Kyuu's going to be of no help. Miya should have expected as much. The other Chunin is far too smiley and airheaded to care about insults. But it didn't matter - Miyako narrowed her eyes, fingers twitching on the hilt of her blade.
"I know when I'm being patronized." too often had she felt the sting of belittlement and disregard. Every time she gritted her teeth and dealt with it. Internalized and suppressed the rage that boiled inside because it came from family. A benefit that Makoto Inuzuka lacked.
Yet, despite the boasting and flared tempered that coiled her fingers like a snake around the katana - Miyako did nothing. Back down into the tightly sealed bottle went her feelings. Chest rising, she took in the crisp air around them and let her shoulders relax.
She refused to give Makato the pleasure of goading her into an attack.
"They sent us here because there's something to be gained." she grumbled, stepping across the yard to a nearby tree. She leaned, back pressed against the bark, and slid down onto the ground. Apparently, she had no intention of helping them fold laundry either.
"An ally. It has nothing to do with money." The villages weren't mercenaries whose services could be bought with cash. No, the Kage wanted to earn favor. It's why they'd been told not to cause problems with other the villages.
Miyako glanced back to Makoto, angry embers still flickering behind gold. Even if they were disrespectful mutts.
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The Uchiha were fractured. A fact that had been stressed to Miya often growing up in the Cloud. Grandfather wouldn't shut up about how the Uchiha once ruled the Land of Fire like kings and queens. A mindless sentiment that didn't reflect the current reality. That they were scattered amongst various villages like prizes to be displayed. Or so said her father.
But was that the truth? Adamant to see it for herself, Miyako insisted that a fellow clansmen show her around the Sound. The Hokage willingly granted her request. What better way to bridge a connection between villages than by blood, after all?
Adorned in her armor, katana strapped to her side and the ends of her black overcoat flapping in the wind behind her, Miyako walked briskly down the halls of the Kage Tower. Metal greaves clattered against wood in rhythmic steps. Stern in expression, silver brows furrowed above her eyes. Yusuke Uchiha. What kind of shinobi would he be? She pictured someone similar to herself - strong, firm of mind, and iron of will.
Instead, as she pushed open the door to the tower with an ear-piercing creak, what greeted her was a disappointment. Sleeping against a wall and dressed in casual clothes. Yusuke Uchiha reflected Miyako only in clan name.
"Seriously? Sleeping." a tight frown curled her lips.
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NOTES Ya, old lady - beat it if you're not going to help.
There's no time to get frustrated over her failure. A stranger whose approach went unheard due to Miya's narrowed-minded focus spoke up. Immediately, golden orbs shot in the woman's direction, turning to daggers the second they landed upon her kneeling form. "I don't remember asking for your opinion." Once more, she sought comfort in the hilt of her katana. Fingers curled tightly around the clothed wrapped handle.
"But I'm aware." she added, tongue clicking against the back of pearly whites. Jutsu required proper control of one's chakra, which she had, but something was missing. Miya could feel it in her bones. A vital piece of the puzzle was lost amongst the grass. If only she could find it.
Golden hues couldn't help but roll at the pinkette. Again injecting advice when none had been asked for. Still - Miyako stared intently at the woman. An amber line traced her up and down. One-eyed and carrying a sword. The signs of a warrior who'd seen their fair share of battle, no doubt. Perhaps her advice was worth listening to? If nothing else, it might offer some insight into what exactly Miyako's missing.
"That's not an option." she says with a huff, "I need to master the Water Release. Without it, I -" Miya stopped herself and clutched the handle of her sword tighter. There's no need to reveal the depths of her plight to a stranger.
"So, unless you're willing to offer advice on how I can achieve that. I suggest you collect your water and scram. I'd like to continue training in peace."
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"I -" shit, she'd said we hadn't she? Poor choice of words on her part. The Mist ninja sent all her thoughts into a dark, angry place that selecting the proper vocabulary became an afterthought.
"Of course, I'm here to help." gritted teeth and strained vocals didn't carry the words far. Kyuu might have been happy to stoop to the level of a laundry worker, but pride kept Miyako rooted in place. Not that it mattered. The old lady went off in a puff, fed up or aware of whatever chaos was about to unfold near her doorstep.
"Wow."
That old hag had no manners.
Miyako clicked her tongue and focused back on the bitch currently talking out her ass. "You always this much of an arrogant prick?" careful of the distance, Miya pushed past the older Inuzuka to stand by Kyuu's side.
"Someone should really put a muzzle on you if that's the case." proud of the insult, the Uchiha chuckled and folded her arms over her chest. A pointed gaze of gold stabbed daggers into the woman's icy blues.
"But if you need a demonstration of how well we fight, I'd be more than happy to kick your ass up and down this forest."
No incidents
The Raikage ordered.
He'd forgive the one little slip-up, wouldn't he? After all, she'd insulted not only the Uchiha and the Cloud but the Sound as well. If anything, Miya was standing up for their potential allies.
Exactly why they were here.
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The babbling brook before her refused to bend to Miyako's commands. Try as she might, weaving together hand seals in practiced movements, the water's surface did little more than bubble. "Gaah!" she kicked the dirt, silver brow furrowed into a scowl above golden orbs.
"This should be simple." she grumbled, arms lowering to her side. One hand came to rest on the hilt of her katana, comfort taken in the feel of its black cloth against her palm.
Miyako was an Uchiha. They could do anything if her father and grandfather were to be believed. Crushing dirt beneath her boots, she peered at her reflection in the water. Disgust and disappointed at the sight of her own eyes. Pale and golden - not what she needed, not what she wanted - deserved.
"Tck." how dare she pity herself. If she didn't like what she saw, then what else was there to do but change it? Be the sword she was meant to be.
She stepped back from the pond's edge and raised her hands before her. The delicate movements began once again. She desired a wall of water, and the hand seals reflected it.
But again, she'd find only the painful sting of failure.
Her curse.
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Hello my fellow Clansmen. Obviously, Miyako and Yusuke can meet. Especially since everyone is heading to the Sound to offer aid, it offers a good chance for them to interact with one another. As for how that could go? I'm not too sure.[break][break]
Yusuke already has the Sharingan and is younger than Miyako no less. So she'd be quite salty about it. Though, I could just as easily see her asking him for advice on how to get her own to active. Because not having it despite being a Chunin is a huge source of internal and external conflict for her. [break][break]
I'm leaning towards them being friends if Yusuke can look past her stick in the mud attitude. She takes pretty much everything seriously and can be a bit of a pain in the neck. [break][break]
But yeah! This is honestly just a quick spitball on my part, if you can think of something more interesting lmk! I'm down to just about anything.
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oh, they've given me a mission. i don't really know the game, yet i'm bent on submission. religion is to blame. well, i'm the new messiah: death angel with a gun. dangerous in my silence, deadly in my cause. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word (revolution): the word is all of us.[break][break]
i've given my life to become what i am, to preach the new beginning, to make you understand: to reach some point of order, utopia in mind, you've got to learn to sacrifice, to leave what's now behind. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us.[break][break]
seven years of power, the corporation claw. the rich control the government, the media, the law. to make some kind of difference, and everyone must know: eradicate the fascists. revolution will grow. the system we learn says we're equal under law, but the streets are reality: the weak and poor will fall. let's tip the power balance and tear down their crown. educate the masses. we'll burn the white house down. speak to me the pain you feel. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word (revolution): the word is all of us. speak the word (revolution): the word is all of us. speak the word (speak to me): the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak!
She clicked her tongue. Watching from the shadow of a tree branch as her fellow Cloud ninja assisted the old lady in her plight. Miyako was under the impression that they were to help win a battle - not assist the elderly.
This was a distraction. One Miyako would take no part in. But the whims of fate had other plans.
"Stop botherin' the elderly, pup."
The deep hint of a frown curved Miyako's lips. The voice, unfamiliar, called out sternly, and instinctively the shinobi's hand went for her sword. Golden moons darted toward the approaching stranger and her canines.
Inzukua.
Miyako dropped down from her shaded cover and behind the Jounin. She paid little mind to the elderly woman who gasped in surprise.
"We're helping, dog-face." if she was going to sling insults, then Miya would happily do the same.
"More than I can say for you."
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Miyako has a natural but wild beauty about her. While she inherited many of her father's combat talents, her looks strongly resemble that of her departed mother. She has silver locks that extend just slightly past the midsection of her back. Her height of five foot nine inches makes her relatively tall. An athletic but lean build help to define the young woman as a warrior first and foremost. Her posture, standing firm and upright on most, if not all occasions, add to the intimidating aura she exudes. Miyako's most defining feature is her eyes, however. They highlight her more delicate features as a faded, golden amber and house a warmth that contrasts with her hardened outer shell.
Grandfather used to tell me that my birth was a curse. A blight upon the name of Uchiha and everything it stood for. What an idiot. An old man trapped in the past and refusing to look ahead to the future.
The Uchiha stand for nothing, not anymore. We are a scattered clan whose founding nation saw its flame snuffed out. He, and all the old men who came before, are the disgrace - the disease infecting us. My father saw that, and it's why I was born. Why he laid with you, a woman whose blood held the wild fury of the storm.
I am the sword meant to cut out the infection and return us to what we once were.
And yet, despite how hard I train - despite the progress made and the mountains climbed. The storm refuses to heed my call. My eyes refuse to see the world as they should. They remain diluted, weak, and lacking the crimson which demands respect.
Why?
I ask myself.
For what reason do my birthrights refuse me? Have I not fought hard enough? Not given enough of myself to the goal my father told me I was meant to achieve?
What am I doing wrong?
My father has no answer. Only the demand that I do better - be better. And I try, more than he or anyone else realizes. But I...I fear that grandfather may be right. That I am cursed, doomed to live in the shadows, a failure - a disappointment.
Never before have I missed you so much, mother. Now more than ever, I could use your wisdom. You always knew what to say when strife conquered my heart.
Proficiencies
Uchiha Heritage Muddled by mixed parentage, the Uchiha blood that flows through her veins is no less potent. Birthed from the tragedy of loss and heartbreak. The clan's Kekkai Genkai, the Sharingan, has always laid dormant within.
Ranton (Storm Release) [Dormant] The destructive power of the storm resides inside, patiently waiting for Miyako to call it forth.
Nagareru honō no ken (Taijutsu) [Apprentice] Nagareru honō no ken translates to Flowing Flame Fist and is a style of Taijutsu that focuses heavily on controlling the flow of battle with swift movements and counter strikes. Miyako learned this style with the help of an elder, Uchiha, and uses it often when fighting. It works very well alongside the Sharingan. It allows her to read enemy movements quicker and adjust her position to counter-attack. In fact, it was designed so that Uchiha ninja got the best results from using it. The style can also be switched up to focus more on attacking, rapidly delivering swift and decisive strikes. However, it's far less effective in this manner.
Iaidō (Kenjutsu) [Apprentice] A type of Kenjutsu commonly used by the samurai of the Land of Iron. Taught to Miyako by her mother before her passing. It centers around smooth, controlled movements of the katana from its scabbard. The linear motion of Iaidō's strikes and the force employed make its slashes faster and more potent than traditional sword-drawn styles. When used correctly, the sheer speed can prevent or hamper enemy ninja from forming hand seals.
Stealth [Apprentice] Like all Shinobi, Miyako is trained in the art of stealth. Capable of masking her presence and blending in with her surroundings to remain unseen and unnoticed.
Uchiha Heritage
Ranton (Storm Release) [Dormant]