Name: Battle for the bridge (solo)
Details: Two shinobi have been caught up in a battle for a bridge. The bridge is key territory in controlling a region, and of course everyone wants to hold it. In this clash, two shinobi are fighting over control of the bridge, and whoever manages to knock out their enemy or fend them off, gains control of the bridge.
Requirements: The bridge is 60 meters in length, and 10 meters wide. The battle continues until one of the participants is knocked out or flees from the bridge.
[Defending] Sun Village
[Attacking] Moon Village
Type: Solo Clash
Reward: C-Rank v C-Rank:
Winner gets 30 EXP + 10 Ryo
Loser gets 5 EXP
"My body needs a hero! Come & save me!"
Racing colors of red and orange competed for the distant horizon. So far, the sun had seemed to be no competitor for the two that evening, but the darkness was trailing certain enough. Then again, it all could be wrong. The skies were a blur to many of the eyes that saw it that day. A certain clan would narrow their lids as thin as blades before finally giving up with a restless sigh of frustrated breath. Still, there was some optimism at heart as they continued to walk as if they could catch up with the sky, but in reality, that was not their goal as they headed far West along the road.
“It could be worse! Yes it could!” A woman’s raspy and spiteful voice would say as she continued in front of the car. Supplies were stocked in along with the thighs of women who nestled upon crates and barrels of the cedar carved carriage. “We could be like this one here! Yes we could! Not a thing he sees! He just hears parades on dust and the sound of that turning wood! Could not see a single star if he tried and would. No!” The woman’s jabs and pokes would be a merciless stabbing to the pride of the one who followed behind the carriage. He headed the back of the vehicle that was pulled by his fellow kin. The elder would look back from under a pure snow hood and a set of red luscious lips would smile. He would see none of it except the crane of her neck as she continued her assault.
“Is that not right, my young Grand BunBun? Say yes! Do not spoil my fun!”
Pouting! His cheeks would show nothing short of a pout as his foggy blue eyes would stare in vain. She was always like this! What kind of grandmother spouted such murderous, insensitive jabs to their children? Well, Akemi Usagi the eldest in the Usagi Clan matriarchs would. Even as her grandson, Hikari Usagi, was trailing behind her as security and wheeling the cart to the bridge into the Sun Village’s territory, she still felt the need to be her crude and unkind self. The violet haired boy endured the worst from her mouth...yet….he also learned from the best...which was also her.
“Well, Grandma BunBun! Yes, I cannot!” He would raise his nose and reply with a cheeky smile, “But I understand why you are so cheeky today! Let us make sure to dip your wrinkly skin in the waters, so we can do something time has not done for you in a while: get you nice and hot!”
“Oh?” A sudden familiar phrase would come that was world famous for the little bunny, “Ooooooooh! Such sass! My Grand BunBun has grown into his pair! May I add, nice and fast? Yes I would!” The head of the clan would twirl her walking Khakarra that would ring through the air. Stamping it across the ground, she would get out a hearty laugh. Everything would come to a halt for a moment as she would turn her neck like an owl. A wicked smile upon her face. “Do not forget little rabbit! For it I was the one who taught you how to be so fast!” She would brag, “Now, turn that mouth against me again, and I will have your-” she stopped. Her eyes landed on a certain face in the cart that twisted expression that was brooding.
“Mind me not little Grand BunBun. No. Do not.” Her breath would seep between her lips. “Let us finish this another time when your hind is left unprotected because a certain mother has forgot.” If only he could have seen the malicious smile on her face, he would know fear. However, Hikari did not need to. For him, the heartbeat he heard was enough. The woman would walk the path with an excitement comparable to a murderer who had a thrill. He knew this excitement well when a punishment was doled out to the clan.
Bold he was for the moment, Hikari had spoken while making the post of the trip. He could not see the racing colors of the setting sun, but he could make out that he was almost to their destination. The wind was more frequent as it whispered into his sensitive ears and the Earth was less beneath his feet. He slowly approached the bridge: the backdoor into the Sun Village’s most relaxing Hot Spring that the Usagi adored sneaking and dipping into.
His “Mission” would be done soon for being an escort for his family. He just desired this all be over so the old hag would cool her head with her luxurious bath.