Naruto Revolution - Game Thread

Naruto Revolution: The Game

Opening Plot:
It's winter is Konohagakure no Sato and the village is getting ready to celebrate!!! But unbeknown to the festive villagers, trouble is just on the horizon.

How will our favorite Naruto characters deal with this new threat?

Takes place in an Alternate Naruto Universe, post-Time Jump.

Welcome to the Game Thread of Naruto Revolution.
All are welcome to join. I just ask that you create your original character or claim a cannon character in the Sign-up Thread so we can keep this thread less cluttered. In addition, a list of taken characters, created characters, and a plot summary will be provided in the alternate thread (by me).

Once again, welcome all and the let the games begin!

Moments outside of Krigakure Kado sits and thinks about Konoha. Few knew of his love interest there but that was fine with him, who knew what would happen. Kado stood brushing some of the snow off of him so he could continue without getting cold. He pulled hsi Chunnin vest tighter for warmth. He set off holding his pack tight.

[Kenta stood at a tree he was sweating and near exhaustion but he would not give up.He was training to be the best and he would not stop at anything.He slowly pulled out a Kunai and raised it up he trembled as he though it at the tree it landed at the bows-eye he had placed at the beginning of his training session.Kenta had went though all his justus twice and made one up he thought it was best to call it a day.He walked over to the Kunai and pulled it out looking around the area he was training in was covered in his blood and shards of woods.He grinned widely he know he was defiantly ready for a mission. ]

Mikame slowly stopped her running. She had run away from her village, and now they were looking for her, their weapon. She was the strongest ninja in her village due to the fact that she had the Houkou. She walked over to a tree in the shade and sat down.

‘Damn those ninja. They planted a smoke bomb thinking they would slow me down, and I fell for it.’ she silently cursed them, her fellow ninja. She began loosing feeling in her right arm, no problem. But when the poison spread, that was the problem. Sure the Houkou would take care of it, but she needed her body parts functioning in order to keep moving. She took out a small piece of bread, her only food. She stared at the small piece in her hand, debating whether or not to eat it. She tossed the bread in her mouth and took out her water bottle. With the half empty bottle, she took only a small amount before getting up and continuing. Continuing to Konoha. Hopefully, she would have a better life, maybe even start over.

The small, petite girl stood up and leaped from the ground to the trees above. Her small feet hit a sturdy tree branch and leaped to another in a matter of seconds. She would go at a faster pace, but she knew she couldn’t. If she did, then soon, very soon, her legs would loose feeling, and she would have no way of moving. After a while of trying to get a good distance between herself and the other ninja, she stopped near some herbs. She bent down, examining them closely. If she picked the wrong one, it could mean death. Of course she could easily call on the Houkou’s power, but she wanted to prove to it, just once, that she could go through a situation without its’ help. She snatched all three herbs and stuffed them in her pocket. She leaped off once again into the thick, dense forest.

(That’s my intro 😄))

Akai saw in the distance the first village she has seen in a while. Finally she thought to herself, her stomach growling.

Akai has been wandering from village to village in order to locate a new home, and it hasnt been an easy journey, expecially without money for food. Maybe she would have to get a job in this village, one that required her talents.

Kurei admired the symbol Hidden In The Mist he had just made, with tooth picks from his dumplings. The rain drop looked wonderful. He then began to think about his old past, but expecially his brother Zabuza. Kurei knew that he was killed my that damn Gato. But his brother Zabuza had killed him easily sending him to the dark, dirty pits of the sea. Kurei chuckled outloud imagineing how Gato looked right about now, probally like a jammed up meat grinder. Kurei shook his head laughing, as if shaking the thought out.

Kurei was now running up and down trees. As he ran up a long, slender maple tree he began to think about Haku. He always did want to know if she or he as he would put it was a boy or a girl. Kurei and Haku never got along never. He still remembers the time when Haku was about to kill him for messing up there plan. If anyone should have died with Zabuza it would be Kurei. Kurei would have never imagined that Haku of all people would die right beside him. Kurei got lost in his own thoughts and questions and put too much chakra in the tree. His foot had smashed into the tree and he quickly jumped off flipping. Kurei could feel his body floating down as if he was flying. He landed thudly on the floor and stood up. Hm i wonder if my bro thought about me when he died. There has been rumors going around, well old rumors that some kid who is a Biju beat Haku senseless. But it has to be impossible no ones that strong, only the Aktasuki and Orochimaru's crew could do that. And of course Zabuza. But none of them were there except Zabuza. And Zabuza wouldn't have never killed Haku. What was that name again. Uzumaki Naruto the kid with the Nine-Tailed Fox Kyuubi. Me and my brother had encouters with that creature. When i was four i still remember. Well it's not like i would ever forget. But a Biju is that strong. But still why would Uzumaki Naruto want to kill Haku. Or maybe Kyuubi made him do it. Kurei instantly then thought about his Biju, Sanbi.

[Kenta put his hands together and ended up in a tree a few yards away.He know he could have went further but he was to exhausted.He start to hop from tree branch to tree branch.As kenta jumped he heard someone coming his way.He did not know who so he dropped down to the ground below and hid behind a tree trunk.He slowly and silently pulled out a kunai he was hoping he did not have to fight he did not think he had enough power.]

Kurei was hidden fairly well in a tree. "Don't worry if i wanted to fight you, then you would be dead already." He said and pushed his legs forward flipping in the air. Then he started to fall to the ground he landed on his feet crouched and stood up fully. "Besides you don't have enough Chakra to even give me a challenge in your postition. It's not right for the strong to kill the weak." He said pulled out his giant long, silver and blue sword called the Guiloten. A replica of Zabuza's sword but smaller and lighter. Kurei admired the wonderful sword that his brother had made for him when Kurei was little. Kurei put his sword up and looked at a tree. "Guess i better continue." Kurei said and jumped in the air then disappeared leaveing nothing but a leaf behind floating down gently.

Kurei was already on the move jumping tree from tree flipping. He then began to think about none other then Zabuza. Maybe that was why Kurei was so cold, and heartless. Because his brother died or the fact he died from Kakashi. The sharingan Ninja or copy Ninja as his brother called him. "The Sharingan those cold red, and black evil eyes." Kurei said and remembered that his eyes were cold blue and white. A weird color, different color, odd color, yet such a beautiful color. And a beautiful color from someone like Kurei Momochi. Kurei was now flipping in the air jumping like a wild man. Moving at a speed that he didn't know he had in him. Maybe it was Sanbi, no it couldn't be Kurei hated to depend on that retrid creature. It has brought nothing but misery in his life. For people he knew, but more importanly him. As Kurei began to think about Sanbi he remembered the first time he had lost it. It started with a fight with Haku, Haku was training Kurei. But it was more like killing him, killing the only thing he had, to make him a stone, cold, hard killer nothing more. Just a destroying, powerful, crazy killing machine.

After so many years of working together, his team no long asks why
he wears a mask. They gave up a long time ago, tired of trying
to see the real him, driven mad by his open-ended answers. To
them, it doesn’t seem like he’s hurting himself by wearing it. He’s
not hiding like Hinata does, scared to be speak out in fear that
someone might notice. Nor does he bear it in such a futile
attempt to push others away as Sasuke tries to.

“Happy to be back, shorty?”
No…
“Heh… I guess so, Ero-sennin…”
“What do you mean ‘I guess’? Weren’t you the guy who was bugging me all yesterday to hurry up so we could get back to the village?”
“Uh…”
“You made me skip doing my precious resear– Ohoho! You little brat!”
“Um… Hey! Is that Obaa-san? I gotta go!”

No, he grins up into the faces of his peers and his teachers,
only to be greeted with glares of disgust. To them, he is
the fool who disrupts the class with his pranks and his
laughter, and the monster that has no reason to live but to
remind them of that day. And it is only in the brief periods
following his follies that the boy attains what he truly wants:
to be accepted and acknowledged.

The frog sannin chuckles to himself as he watches the blond take off down the street. Frantic to escape his sensei’s wrath. Slowly, the old man begins to follow. Jiraiya knows there will be time to pay Naruto back for what he did – his book is almost complete anyways. Besides, he has blackmail. Blackmail the hyperactive blond wouldn’t want a certain rose-haired kunoichi to see.
To him, it doesn’t matter that he feels like crying when a
brief smile touches their lips. Doesn’t matter that inside he
wants to cry, wants to run away. He just grins along – having
nothing to smile about, his pain and misery long ago overcame
his happiness – acting just as stupid as the teme thinks him to
be, and as much idiot as his crush sees him as.

“Oi! Sakura-cha–“
“BAKA!”
The white-hair hermit can hear them from down the street, barely making out their figures from were he stands.
“Oooowwww!!! Sakura-chaaaaaaan…”
“Sakura-san… Did you really need to...”
“Keep out of this Sai. No hugging, Naruto.”
“But… but…”
He doesn’t need to see the kid to know the blond’s trying to make use of a talent that any decent ninja can resist: the infamous puppy dog eyes. And of course it doesn’t work. He should have trained the kid better, no pervert would ever sink to such levels.
“You went on another mission with that pervert sensei of yours, didn’t you? Where’d he take you this time? The hot springs again?”
“I didn’t tell you Sakura-chan?”
“No.”
“Oh…Gomen nasai. It must have slipped my mind.”
“Not a good move, Naruto.”
“Huh?”
She looks like she’s about to explode, and of course the kid’s still sitting there like the idiot he is.
“You – you PERVERT!”

It doesn’t matter to him that within seconds
he’ll be forgotten again, pushed aside and hated.
For those few seconds he’s valued, for that
short moment he’s not on the outside.

“Sakura-chan!”
It take Naruto mere seconds to recover from his kick, and then he’s off sprinting after the girl of his dreams. Peering over his shoulder, he notices the smirk that graces the face of Sasuke’s replacement – the emotional confused boy so has it coming.
“But I’m not a pervert!!!!!!!!”

But it does matter…

“Ah, konnichiwa Jiraiya-senpai.”
“Sai.”

Fifteen years ago the Yondaime Hokage
saved the village hidden in the leaves.
Fifteen years ago, two lives were sacrificed
– one to be remembered forever, the other
to be cursed in the process.

The snow begins to fall on Konohagakure no Sato. The first snowfall since Kami-knows-when, and the old man can’t help but laugh. He can’t help but feel like an innocent child amazed by the sudden flurry of white flakes. Can’t resist the urge to chuck a ready-made snowball at the blonde Hokage’s back as she strides by.

In the last moments of his life, the
Yondaime wished for only one thing:

“Hang on, Kaoru.”
“Shaddup, Kazu. It’s not like I’m gonna die or anything. I should be the one carrying you.”
“Hey, you’re the one whose blood is soaking through my shirt.”
“Grrr… We both know I’ll heal faster. You’re the one who’s poisoned.”

For an orphan child, the very
one he was holding, to grow up loved…

The blond ignores that comment as he leaps forward, landing on yet another branch. Slowly, branch by branch they’re nearing their destination.
“Yo, teme. Are you even listening to me?”
“What?”
He sounds annoyed. Strained and deadly tired. His legs are threatening to collapse on him.
“I said I was sorry.”
“What for?”
“For Umi…”
“………”
“I should have guarded her instead of going after him.”

To be respected…

“We’re here.”
“We’re where, Kazu?”
His head is swimming from the blood loss, that blade must have been poisoned because the wound still hasn’t healed. Squinting he’s just able to make out the outlines of the buildings – the vague shape of a gate.

Revered…

“Kazu… That’s…”
“Konoha, I know.”
“I can’t go back there. You said you were going to Suna.”
“I lied.”
“To bring me back here?”
His anger is mounting, eyes flashing yellow in a warning.
“To get you out of that dismal hut you’ve been staying in. To make you stop living in the god-forsaken past.”

And honored as the hero of Konoha…

The snow continues to fall on the Hidden Villages in Leaves. And illusion of the peace which settles upon the land.

Of course fate has a cruel sense
of humor, for misfortune
often blights the life of a true hero…

But unknown to Konoha, they are convening – converging upon the village.

This is the fate of the Jinchûriki…

The darkness of war is on the horizon…

The tragic hero…

[Okay, everyone introduced. Please take time to read the left and right sides, I worked very hard on them...]

)) Wow, nice post. It's going to sh!t all over mine... ((

Rayden yawned as he dreamily gazed at the fluffy white clouds in the bright blue sky. The day was warm, and sunny, and their was also a breeze. Rayden's mind drifted as he walked, and he was about to lose himself completely in the scenery when he was jerked out of his trance by a sharp slap on the back of his head.

"Baka!"

Rayden layed his left hand on the rising welt on his forehead and whirled around.

"Ouch! What the hell, Kiocho?!"

Kiocho, his fellow Chunnin, glared at him.

We must stay alert! Who knows how many enemy ninja are out their right now, waiting for us! The Raikage could be under attack at any time!"

Kiocho glared at the trees and bushes surrounding him, staring enemies that weren't there.

Rayden sighed. He was getting annoyed by the man's paranoia. Rayden was part of a large caravan of Gennin, Chunnin, and Jounnin, whose job was to escort the Raikage from their native village The Kumogakure no Sato to their allied Village The Konohagakure no Sato in order to partake in a celebration.

Rayden looked up and down the long the long line of Ninja, with the Raikage in thew center, in a wooden booth being pulled by two horses. Their were at least twenty ninja all together, more then enough to stop any potential ambush.

""Kiocho, we'll be fine, man. You worry too much..."

Kiocho exploded at the last remark.

"Worry too much!? Worry too much?! It is my sworn duty to protect the Raikage at all costs, even if forfeiting my life!!! It is my responsibility as a hardworking Ninja of Kumogakure! Unlike you, you lazy baka! DO you feel no shame!? I should..."

Rayden by then was no longer listening, rather, he was thinking of a way to get rid of the man. What an annoying guy...

"Fine, Kiocho. I'll pay more attention in the future. Just shut up and leave me alone for a second."

Kiocho seemed to accept this, as he nodded and walked off, most likely to go annoy someone else. As soon as he was gone, Rayden went back to gazing at the clouds.

Rayden wasn't even

(I'm currently grounded, so I'll sneak on the computer after I make a post 😄)

)) Well... This died fast. ((

Kankuro is just walking around aimlessly with his hands in his pocket.

It's so much easier to just relax when Garra isn't around.. Why can't he just be normal? Our mission would be so much easier if he wasn't such a psycho.. Kankuro's tummy rumbles.

. _ .

It's been a while sense I've eaten. Hard too with so much preassure and a fricking psycho-demon brother next to you..

Kakuro looks over and sees a salad shop.

"...I guess I could make a pit stop... 😄 "

Kankuro go's in and starts huffing down a big bowl of salad with cheese, ham, carrots, olives, anything natural but none of that dressing crap. When he finishes he just sighs with a stuffed belly. The cook checks up on him five minutes later just seeing him sitting there stuffed.

"You do realize you have to pay for that don't you?" He taps his shoulder, and he doesn't budge.

"Sir.." He turns it around and it's a puppet.

"-_0"

Kankuro is seen about twenty feet away running away giggeling.

"You damn kid! Get back here and pay for your meal! 😠 "

Kankuro continues giggeling and thinks It's great to be the badguy

*As the snow began to fall silently around the village, a band of footprints leaded up to where Lee was walking. He had decided to go outside the village to his usual training place. The very same place that his old Sensei, Might Guy, used to train. Lee sighed with frustration, though he quickly shook off the thought and continued walking.

As he walked upwards towards the training spot, he looked back on Konohagakure no Sato, the village he grew up in. The village where he was picked on and pushed around for not having any Ninjutsu or Genjutsu techniques, though he proved them wrong by showing them his so called, "Lousy Taijutsu". That made him feel proud to be called a ninja. He proved them wrong by showing them he could be an excellent ninja by just focusing his time and effort of Taijutsu.

He stopped once he reached the training spot, and stared at the lone stump that was once a tree, breaking with the marks of punches and kicks. He thought back to when he was only a Genin, when he would always have trouble in just getting through his goal of defeating his teammate and rival, Neji Hyuga.

After a long moment, he silently told himself,* "If I cannot do 100 kicks, then it is 200 punches instead." *Then he raised his foot and began kicking at the log and counting aloud to the scene around him.*

(So busy, sorry about being gone. I've been without a server for the past week.)

Originally posted by ~B@ckB0n3~
*As the snow began to fall silently around the village, a band of footprints leaded up to where Lee was walking. He had decided to go outside the village to his usual training place. The very same place that his old Sensei, Might Guy, used to train. Lee sighed with frustration, though he quickly shook off the thought and continued walking.

As he walked upwards towards the training spot, he looked back on Konohagakure no Sato, the village he grew up in. The village where he was picked on and pushed around for not having any Ninjutsu or Genjutsu techniques, though he proved them wrong by showing them his so called, "Lousy Taijutsu". That made him feel proud to be called a ninja. He proved them wrong by showing them he could be an excellent ninja by just focusing his time and effort of Taijutsu.

He stopped once he reached the training spot, and stared at the lone stump that was once a tree, breaking with the marks of punches and kicks. He thought back to when he was only a Genin, when he would always have trouble in just getting through his goal of defeating his teammate and rival, Neji Hyuga.

After a long moment, he silently told himself,* "If I cannot do 100 kicks, then it is 200 punches instead." *Then he raised his foot and began kicking at the log and counting aloud to the scene around him.*

(he's thinking of the americanized naruto)

((My roleplaying is off today, Quincy.))

You Let Me Violate You…
You Let Me Desecrate You…
You Let Me Penetrate You…
You Let Me Complicate You…

A gust of wind struck the forest. The leaves swayed and yearned to the beating of the hands. Unseen digits clutched the branches, pulling them to the side as if wishing to prove its might. No amount of tugging would force those roots from under the surface. It was icy and frozen. The wind died, giving up the fight for now. But that was no ordinary jerk. It was the warning of something large, something terrible.

A coming storm brought the animals out of their nests. In a field, a small squirrel gathered up seeds, dropped by their dying parents in hopes of producing new life. However, they would become nothing more than a snack for the hungry rodent. It grasped the seed within its small paws, nibbling on the outside and twitching its ears. It appeared to be seeking something, another gust perhaps? A predator? Not seeming to want to take any chances, it darted towards the forest, vanishing into the branches of a pine tree.

Help Me; I Broke Apart My Insides…
Help Me; I’ve Got No Soul To Sell…
Help Me; The Only Thing That Works For Me…
Help Me Get Away From Myself…

In the sky, a pair of birds raked their wings across the falling sun. Dying rays succumbed to the suicide of darkness. The clouds began to build, closing off the views of the stars and blinding the moon. The shadows scraping the edge of the horizon swooped downward. Talons grasped onto branches, wings spread into a stretch, beaks opened to let out a shrill cry. The mating pair of white owls cuddled closer to each other. They would mate forever, producing healthy offspring, surfing the skies, not until tragedy took one of them away.

Tragedy… The very word strikes depression and sorrow into our hearts. Fear of this possible occurrence makes others huddle together, enjoying what they have and embracing the love of life. Tragedy can be the slap of fate, the kiss of destiny, or a simple fool playing God. No one truly knows what this word means. But every time one breathes, every time someone blinks, every time one’s voice rings out, tragedy occurs somewhere in the world. It can’t be stopped. This is what makes the word tragedy, a true tragedy…

I Want To F*ck You Like An Animal…
I Want To Feel You From The Inside…
I Want To F*ck You Like An Animal…
My Whole Existence Is Flawed…
You Got Me Closer To God…

The male owl turned his mighty head, a nearly 180-degree spin, turning those staring, wise optics upon a creature that had moved in the night. It was walking upright. In its hands it held a sharp weapon of some sort. With a final burst from the sun before it drowned beneath the ebonite horizon, the face was lit aglow. It was a youthful face, belonging to a young boy. Cheeks appeared flushed, touched by winter’s kiss and warmed by blood rushing throughout the skin. The kunai was gripped in his small hands, silky brown hair kept out of his face by a headband. The owl new not of the symbol carved into the metallic brace of the band. Little did the bird know, that this boy belonged to Konohagakure no Sato. A chunnin, he was prided by his sensei and his parents looked upon him with hope.

This boy had dreams. This boy had a family. This boy was adopted into society as a future shinobi of his village. He had no reason to fear the darkness with such joy in his heart. He was small, meek, and innocent. He could not have guessed the dangers that lay within the shadows…

You Can Have My Isolation…
You Can Have The Hate That It Brings…
You Can Have My Absence Of Faith…
You Can Have My Everything…

He laughed, twirling the weapon in his hands. No longer did his mother’s voice ring out, calling him back to the village. She was tired and felt no harm would come to her young one. Besides, a screaming baby had her attention occupied at the moment. Her eldest son stared down his enemy, a cleverly painted stump to resemble a possible rouge ninja. It had glowing red eyes, flaming orange hair, and had a scowl to make the younger children cower in fear. However, this brave shinobi would not give in easily. He would slay this evil enemy no matter the cost. For he was a ninja!

Backing up, he spat out a few threatening verses. `Time to take your last breath!` and `You’re going to be begging for mercy when I’m done with you!`. Just starting his training, all he knew was hand-to-hand combat. He didn’t yet know the power of chakra or how to release it correctly. This would come with more training. Little did he know, he couldn’t perform these attacks. While all his friends would secretly practice within their rooms, he would never be able to unleash this power. For simply, he lacked it.

Help Me; Tear Down My Reason…
Help Me; It’s Your Sex I Can Smell…
Help Me; You Make Me Perfect…
Help Me Become Somebody Else…

Body tensed, arm flexed. He threw the metal. A whistle was heard as the sharpened end sliced through the air. The very fabric of the space parted, allowing the weapon inside itself. A thunk was heard as the head of the kunai hit the bark. However, it had missed the stump. Instead, it was fixed to a tree, deeper into the forest. The sun had now completely gone, leaving only darkness and shadows in its wake.

Once again, innocence fooled the boy. He raced deeper into the shadows, gripping ahold of the kunai and jerking it free by the bound handle. By now, the boy’s mother was becoming unnerved and rather upset with her son. She called again and he answered with a whine. She rolled her eyes, her husband reassuring her he’d be fine and ushering her off to bed. He would stay awake that night, letting the boy play outside. What could happen? It was winter and no shinobi would be willing to attack. The time was peaceful, content, much like the calm before the storm…

I Want To F*ck You Like An Animal…
I Want To Feel You From The Inside…
I Want To F*ck You Like An Animal…
My Whole Existence Is Flawed…
You Get Me Closer To God…

Just as the boy turned to run back to his home, the stillness was shattered. A blur was flung from the trees, and then it had gone. With a lifeless ‘thud’, corpse hit the ground. Not a single drop of blood was revealed from the young boy. His deadened body was unharmed, everything appearing natural except for that gaping mouth and those glazing, staring, lifeless eyes.

The death would cause a commotion. The village would be in uproar. They would suspect the boy who held inside him the demon that they all feared might soon shatter that barrier and free itself. They would accuse him of the murder, or suspect the other creature. Konoha was a village that had not yet been wounded by this monster, but tales, myths, stories, may prove to be true. They would question the shadows, watch their steps, and be drown in their own confusion and suspicions.

Through Every Forest, Above The Trees…
Within My Stomach, Scraped Off My Knees…
I Drink The Honey Inside Your Hive…
You Are The Reason I Stay Alive…

Above, the clouds clashed together, and pure snow fell from its belly. Another gust of wind shook the trees. And within the shadows of the trees, two pupil less eyes stared; waiting, watching, stalking. The storm had come, and this time the boy would not be the only grave in the village hidden amongst the leaves…

Originally posted by Kuchiki Rukia
Little did Rock Lee know he wasn't alone.
Sei woke and looked around, and he didn't know where he was. He didn't even renemeber who he was, but in his mind he felt such pain. He screamed in pain from behind a tree that was right behind the stump that Rock Lee used for his training.
((It's Gai ..Not Guy..Where did you get the Might part from? The closest thing I can think of is his surname ..Maiko..))