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Sep 19, 2021 5:09 AM
The Worst Genin Team, take 2
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It's been over eleven years since the Fourth Mizukage vanished, presumed dead, and the Land of Water is only barely starting to struggle out of the morass of violence the islands were plunged into in the civil war that ripped first Kirigakure and then the entire country apart at the seams.

Not every corner, though. Not this corner, a bloody collection of tiny islands ruled over by tinier warlords, scheming and fighting in the dark like rats. They're far north enough to be near where the sea turns into a chaotic, heaving mess. The whirlpools that once protected Uzushio now choke off trade through the region, intelligent merchants going along Fire's great rivers to ports on Lightning's northern coast or swinging along the outer edge of the barrier islands, looping up and around. 

Amajina was supposed to be the weapon that broke that trap. The key that unlocked the cage holding the rats together. The fist that tamed the sea, for her clan and her clan alone. The blade that cut down their enemies. 

There's been a voice in her head for the last six years, an anxious murmur of a being who doesn't want to do that, and Amajina is not in the mood to play along. 

She's sitting on a promontory on the south-eastern edge of one of the few regions still resisting the integration attempts of the Land of Water reborn, looking out at the swell of the ocean - a storm's coming soon, she thinks, sweeping up from the south. A typhoon, even, to be lashing the waves this far ahead of its central mass, though Amajina can't be sure without diving in and giving herself over to the currents of her bijuu in a way she's hesitant to. 

Amajina is busy with something other than weather forecasting, anyways, absorbed enough in her thoughts not to notice the wind trying to steal her hair, the salt crusting on her skin. She's certainly paying no attention to the road behind her, a treacherous thing leading up to a long abandoned temple, to graveyards carved into the mountain in a vain hope the ocean won't steal them. Travelers pass, sometimes, unremarked by her, not caring to notice her in turn - there's any trade, any movement, here, much of it fueled by malcontents with the ongoing consolidation of power in the south. They're either blind to what she is, or not in the mood to mess with a young girl bleeding this much chakra into the air.

She's debating with herself one very simple question: to fight, or to flee? 

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Kaguya Elaise has very little left to lose, at this point. No clan, no plans, little chance of a future (for all that today seems a good day, she's coughed up enough blood not to believe its lies). The jaguars might miss her in their strange, silent way, but- They'll stalk down someone else eventually. That's what they do.

So when she senses the roiling chakra ahead on the path, a counterpoint to the storm brewing out to sea, she goes to investigate.


"Who are you deciding to kill?" she asks, coming up behind the girl.

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She glances up, annoyed. (She looks ten, if she was well fed. With how skinny she is - still probably not much past twelve or thirteen. Definitely younger than Elaise.)

"My family," she says, vowels clipped.

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She cocks her head. "They deserve it?"

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Shrug.

"They're assholes. They won't give me peace if they're alive. Dunno if deserving comes into it."

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"Sounds like deserving to me."

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Small smile. "Maybe, then."

"Dunno if trying to kill them before running is smart, though."

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"Can't follow you if they're dead."

She coughs, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

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Shrug. "I can't run if I'm dead." Then, with a sideways glance - "You contagious?"

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"Only if you decide to eat my liver after I'm dead."

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She wrinkles her nose. "Ew, no thanks. Livers are nasty."

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"Then you should be fine."

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Small frown, head tilted - and she turns fully to Elaise. "Will you be?"

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"Everyone dies eventually. I'm not about to collapse in front of you, if that's what you're asking."

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"Some people don't die, even over really long times," she says, head still tilted. But, shrug. "'Course, most people die quick."

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She hums, looking at Elaise. 

"My family's pretty powerful. They've been trying to conquer the whole northern islands, and they're doing pretty well even when I'm not helping. I think they're dumb to think they can get the rest of Water after, but a lot of people think it isn't impossible."

"But I'm really powerful, and they don't know how powerful I am. I've been hiding it."

"I can run away pretty effectively, faster than they can follow - but then they'll keep coming, and I don't want that." Pause, considering Elaise. "And I don't want people who've hurt me to keep living. But - it might be smarter to run, and bide my time, and get stronger, and then come for them."

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"Time's valuable. Shouldn't waste it. You know what their forces are, their defenses, now. It'll change. Later you'll be stronger, but so will they. Better not to leave loose ends."

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"True."

"Think I can get stronger faster than them, though. Especially if I can get allies."

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"I've got nothing better to do today."

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Grin. An honest, vicious one. 

"Well, then I've got enough to be going on." She stands, stretching, joints popping a bit. "Always did hate leaving an enemy alive at my back."

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"Great."

"What are we looking at inside?"

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She hums, and with a wave of her hand pulls up some ocean water into a wavery layout of the clan compound and surrounding area. "It's buried into a sea cave, though because of the whirlpools the sea entrance is treated as an emergency escape or honestly just a good view - they're more catious of someone coming down the cliff than up from the water. Main entrances are above ground, here and here - we meet clients in a set of towns, all of these are hidden."

"The clan core is my concern, and they're all here. The clan followers will splinter once the core is wiped out - but they're not usually in residence, which helps..." She outlines the forces they can expect and the important and most dangerous figures. 

It sounds like the clan is mostly succeeding so far through being good at politics, less so through having individually formidable members -

Amajina, who readily admits to having a bijuu sealed into her, was apparently their hope at obtaining that. 

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(What the hell, she's already dying. Might as well go out swinging with a Tailed Beast.)

"Can you get us in through the water?"

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"Of course," she says with a smirk. "Whirlpools and rapids are my native environment."

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"Good. You get us in. I'll sneak around this way to here," she points, "block the surface entrances. Then we play cliff and tsunami."

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