Traveling to the Fire Nation [Oahiz]

Sagumi’s steps stopped halfway down the cabin as he heard the sound of a large animal landing outside of the ship and his senses remained alert, well, sort of alert. His first reaction when he heard that the individual riding whatever the creature was happened to be a woman was quite similar to his first reaction upon meeting Tsurino, debaucherous and not exactly kind to the woman riding the creature. Of course, from his present position he couldn’t actually see her, so his brain instead fabricated her appearance and any other brain would be hard pressed to even begin to rival his own when it came to fabricating a beautiful woman’s appearance. Well, that was actually far from the truth. As Sagumi went through his little fantasy, donning his image of Tenga’s Kage with gratuitously large breasts and equally disproportionate body parts elsewhere, and zoomed back to look at the finished product, the disproportionate body parts would inevitably force the woman to fall over on a frequent basis. For the remainder of the fantasy, Sagumi sought to stay zoomed in.

Another voice broke his precious concentration though, this one more masculine and more familiar and infinitely less interesting. What he was saying was all well and good; not having to fight a war with Tengakure meant he didn’t just send his leader in to a death trap because the children needed babysat. The problem, it was way too good to be true and Sagumi had seen enough of war to know that this wasn’t a good thing, not in the long run. The fact that she was a woman and that Taski was prone to idiocy only reinforced his suspicions that this peace would be short lived if it even lived; of course, not every many was as easily swayed as Sagumi. Perhaps Taski had more dignity and backbone than Sagumi was giving him credit for. He just doubted it. There was something else going on there, Sagumi didn’t think Taski would drop all hostilities after what Hodaka put them through simply because she said he was acting unsupervised. Sagumi didn’t buy those shenanigans for one second. However, it wasn’t his job to make decisions; it was his job to follow them. With an exasperated sigh, he paced back down below deck and in to the small little room he was designated for his “quarters.” Why did Taski hate him? He dropped to one knee and flicked the small lock with his finger, neatly breaking it off the dingy little chest. He doubted anyone was going to steal it on this journey, but he didn’t want to risk one of the kids playing with it and getting it dirty. The blades of the Seven Swords were meant to be kept tidy after all. Sagumi gently wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the double bladed weapon and pulled it from the chest, taking a quick moment to admire Fukakoryaku before slinging the weapon over his shoulder and safely attaching it to the Cohort’s hilt, ready for travel. The elder boy slid back around and up the stairs in time to see the girl trying to break the loudmouth out his stupor, Sagumi bustled right past them and to the middle of the boat, noticing that they would not have the luxury of any interesting animals and that the woman was either gone, or Taski had gotten extremely good at throwing his voice. Sagumi quickly turned his eyes back to the pair.

“Slap him around if you need to; sober him up quick, Kaguya. We need to be leaving soon. Over-eager, come back here if you’d please, I’d rather not get left behind because I’m waiting on you guys.”

Sagumi, the sense of irritated haste on his face and obviously in his attention as he didn’t bother to see if Tsurino followed instructions or not, quickly clasped his hands together, forming a familiar hand seal. As the man channeled the chakra to his feet, they picked up, more and more space forming between his feet and the deck of the boat by the moment. Then the man’s fingers shifted again, another familiar hand seal, and the distance between him and the deck increased exponentially, the boy shooting good seventeen or so meters in to the air. An exasperated sigh escaped him as his hands left each other and pointed downward at the deck of the boat, palms jutting forward as if reaching for the deck. He had never actually done this before and he wasn’t sure it would work, but worst case scenario was that he’d drop one. They could always swim, couldn’t they? As Sagumi’s palms stretched forward, two red, curved plates of chakra would form a few meters above the deck of the boat, enough for two to sit on one.

“Get on, we’re flying with them. It’s safe, probably. I’ll be going kinda fast so you might wanna hang on to the edge or something.” And speaking before any of them had a chance to retort, “Yes, weak sea legs, I noticed you clinging on to the boat for dear life when you walk, but I don’t have time for you to be pathetic, Tsurino. Get on now, and slap the brat there again for me.”

Spoiler:

Name: Sumashuu Style: Trigger Shield: Projection
Rank: C-S (Cx2)
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: N/A
Range: 15 Meters
Clan: Sumashuu
Description: A variant of the Trigger Shield, the Trigger Shield: Projection is pretty much exactly as the name suggests. The Sumashuu is able to project their trigger shield out and instead of creating a bubble around the user, they will create a two meter wide, curve barrier as if the bubble we split apart and bent in to a shield. This projection is capable of absorbing and deflecting a myriad of threats and is capable of deflecting techniques or strikes by forcing an equal amount of chakra back into the enemy technique, typically creating opposite but equal forces that cancel one another out. The shield is capable of overpowering opposing techniques, and consequently being able to block multiples, or it can be overpowered horribly. At equal rank, the shield is capable of blocking the entirety of an opposing technique. If a higher level technique is used on the shield, the shield will shatter and cause immense internal damage to the Sumashuu, sending them into a temporary shock rendering them immobile for a post. The shield can last indefinitely, but the user is incapable of moving any muscle but the one in his arms while the jutsu is active, the Sumashuu being able to control the position of the shield through arm movement.

Name: Sumashuu Style: Wave Dash
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: N/A
Range: One foot off the ground
Description: The Sumashuu, using their heralded fascinating capacity for chakra control, are capable of taking the basic principles of the Water Walking and Tree Climbing techniques and adapting the technique into a more potent and seal-less variant. The Wave Dash uses chakra to create resistance with the ground without the body actually touching the ground and propels the user’s body without ever coming into contact with the ground, allowing the user to hover and move without using their muscles to move. This allows the Sumashuu to maintain a stable stance and perform all manner of physical attacks while moving. Effect lasts until it is released.


Name: Sagumi Style: Air Dash
Rank: C-A (B)
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: N/A
Range:Supplementary
Clan: Sumashuu
Description: Wavedash must be activated for this technique to be utilized. This Wavedash permits the user to create a buffer of chakra between the user and the ground in order to accelerate movement and move using that buffer alone. This technique upgrades the wavedash and permits the user to apply the same effect to the air around them, allowing them to utilize the mass that various gases in the atmosphere have for the Wavedash. Permitting them to use that air to propel them. At C-rank, max altitude is thirty meters. Altitude increases by 30 per rank used.

Another sigh of exasperation escaped him as he waited for the people below to hop on the trigger shields. He was considerably less confident about the venture now, after Tsurino was forced to drag the loudmouth on to the platform. Hadn’t these kids ever been stabbed in the face before? What were they teaching them at the academy these days? In the good old days, they were trained to stand still as fists and knives were hurled at their faces and if they blinked they got flogged for a week. Ah, the good old days. Of course the more he thought about that the more he felt like an old man and the boy of barely nineteen was far too young to feel that old. He’d have to be less condescending to the “kids these days.” He could also pretend they were five instead of teenagers, that’d work too.

As soon as he was sure that all three of the genin were secure, Sagumi lifted and lowered both his arms, as if he were lifting dumbbells. He needed to make sure the Trigger Shields could support their weight; he hadn’t done this before after all. Luckily, it seemed that they could. Sagumi feet slowly lifted farther and farther in to the air, giving them a last, few precious moments to decide if they really wanted to follow through with it or jump back on to the boat and wait for them to come back. There was an emphasis on the word few however as Sagumi quickly shot off in pursuit of the Tengakage’s feathered friend, his legs seeming to glide along the air as if it were ice and he was a speed skater with a jet engine strapped to his back. They’d catch up, sooner rather than later.


[exit]