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So is the Fire < Water thing still a thing like in canon?
Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest
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- naruto rationalist romance armageddon is looking better and better damn you kishimoto explosions everywhere explosives solve everyone if in doubt surrender to the mercy of zabuza it seemed like a good idea at the time looks like a really bad case of being a jōnin my god. where does the lore end? precommitting is the winning plan screaming in kagome screw the rules i have explosives something bad might still happen sometimes you gotta sociopath stabby zabby subsection c of paragraph 9 should include we can weaponize this so hard
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Yes. When two jutsu come into conflict, the one with advantage is treated as +AB levels higher than it actually is. The circle of advantage is: Fire > Air > Lightning > Earth > Water > Fire
This has been added to the rules doc.
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Is Keiko considered Gōketsu enough to fight in this duel? She's Lady Nara after all.
I reread the chapter and found no suggestions that she flexed jōnin aura at us. Just smacked us absentmindedly.
I reread the chapter and found no suggestions that she flexed jōnin aura at us. Just smacked us absentmindedly.
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One would imagine that in a serious duel-to-death-or-incapacitation, an unblockable AOE attack requiring no prep time and being capable of crippling all enemies would be the go-to button for any reasonably intelligent person.
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Hagoromo: "Absolutely not. We refuse to inflict violence on Nara Keiko even if she invites us to."
Emstar
The Shining One
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AKANE: *cracks knuckles*
HAZOU: *slasher smile*
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Yeah, what was she thinking?
By the way, did jōnin aura always was a thing?
So... Akane or Mari?
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Emstar
The Shining One
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I am not sure what you mean by this.
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Obviously our first project should be chakra sensors and break that action economy, but after that how cool would it be to give anbu forcesabers?
Lee isn't on the level of anbu, and imagine how scary he would be if all of his jabs are weapon rating 10
Lee isn't on the level of anbu, and imagine how scary he would be if all of his jabs are weapon rating 10
Pretty sure we're already done with chakradar. Also, unless we can ensure they can cut through metal, they wouldn't be worth the increase in cost and maintenance over a sword, plus their potential weakness to having the seal destroyed by ninjutsu, leaving them weaponless.
Emstar
The Shining One
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- Trapped in an extradimensional rift.
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Thats definitely the sort of thing I would probably keep in house lol
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It requires manpower to manages. The difference is instead of messengers running, they man towers.
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We have chakdar, but I'm pretty sure we don't have chakdar hooked up to an lbf to trigger 6 different seals the second it senses chakra. Because that'd make us win at most punching contests.
Also the seals would be in the palm, making the anbu attack with knife hand punches and jabs. If something hurts their hands specifically they're going to be disarmed anyways. Its no different than an invisible, very sharp and very hard tanto/wazakashi.
To copy in discussion from discord:
- Load up misterators with fast-acting poison (dragonfly dust?) and pre-dose with antidote. On round 1, pop the poisonerators to flood the battleground. Seal-activation takes a supplemental action, so you can do this in addition to summoning.
- In canon, J had seals that extinguish fire (up to and including Itachi's Amaterasu). We simply don't have time to research anything powerful, but check J's library for anti-fire seals that either Hazou or Kagome could complete in a couple of days to help against the Hagoromo ninjutsu. Also check for subtle passive seals that we can get away with activating before the fight starts (to help against attacks on round 1 at higher initiative).
- Ask the Nara if they could supply any passive subtle seals that we could get away with activating before the fight as well.
- Tie up lord Hag in emergency meetings all week, both to tire him out, and to eat his time so he can't counterattack our plots.
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Make a unidirectional clusterbomb that spews water out of storage seals, or keep the omnidirectionality and simply throw it in between the teams. Either way should produce a ridiculous amount of water considering standard seals give off 100 L water and that we probably have bigger storage seals somewhere in Jiraiya's arsenal.[X] Sealingtech Research: Clusterbomb
The main idea being to use combinations of seals on the attachments together with Kawarimi on the partially released objects. Substitute with them or remotely manipulate them with Zephyr's Reach for highly customizable tactics and battleground control.
If we can't time-delay the explosive seal, we should be able to create a physical delayed-action or impact-sensitive mechanism with tripwire that is primed before use.
Vecht
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I support whatever you are doing, completely out of context.
[X] faflec
(Still 70ish chapters behind. Sooooon.)
Interlude: Lives As Yet Unborn
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Interlude: Lives As Yet Unborn
It was a grim and miserable morning. Beams of sunlight shone through the leaves of the great trees surrounding the estate as if the kami of life were reaching out their hands from the heavens in blessing. Birds chirped with the innocent, pure enthusiasm of creatures happy to be alive and undevoured by the local chakra hawk population. Civilian children too young to work or study yelled and cheered as they played Noburi-taught Mist games like Traitor's Head and Kick the Manatee. Meanwhile, Hazō was slumped over a desk in his gloomy office, headache growing as he sifted through Gaku's latest financial reports. An unwise promise to get the latest round of research expenses approved by mid-afternoon hung over his head like a circling vulture, waiting patiently for him to drop dead of exhaustion.
"Mori Ami here to see you, m'lord."
It was testament to Hazō's condition that the announcement drew nothing but joy from the very bottom of his heart.
"Let her—no, I'll come talk to her outside." An excuse to leave the office behind even for a few minutes? Hazō could kiss her if he didn't know it would be the trigger for multiple personal apocalypses.
It was a bright and beautiful morning. Beams of sunlight shone through the leaves. Birds chirped with innocent, pure enthusiasm. Et cetera.
"Ami! What brings my favourite vortex of gleeful insanity to my humble abode?"
Ami, studying the chaotic game of Traitor's Head with approval, gave him a pleased smile. She beckoned him away from the children and towards relative privacy.
"Good news. I know what I'm going to use as my excuse to go back to Mist!"
"Oh?" Hazō asked.
"Did you know Akane's pregnant?"
The bottom dropped out of Hazō's world.
"Wha?! But we… but she said… but it can't…" he stammered helplessly.
"I know, right? The Mizukage's going to freak. Everyone figured there was still plenty of time, what with your age, and the fact that Akane's of common blood, because that totally stopped your own mother, and how we Bloodline Limit holders generally don't breed easy. Actually, I guess you might not know that. Yeah, the first of many reasons I was called a miracle child was that I was born the same year Ken and Yuri met. But this? This is going to be the shark in the paddling pool. I can't wait."
Hazō couldn't think. Everything was static. He clung to the static. Behind it was only an endless whirlpool of dread.
"But the best part," Ami went on obliviously, "is how the way the Mizukage treated me is going to backfire on her yet again. The actual Kurosawa representative in Leaf knows he only got my job because the Mizukage nearly executed me for screwing up, so he's not going to stick his neck out to bring her the big news like he's supposed to while it's still dubious and unconfirmed."
"Ami," Hazō said dizzily, clinging to the first thought to cross his mind as if it was a rope bridge keeping him from the abyss of reality, "you can't tell her that. It's not—"
"But the bestest part," Ami said, speaking over him, "is how by the time things are far enough along for it to be obvious that the whole thing's a blatant lie I made up on the spot, I'll be totally safe from the consequences."
After a second of blank incomprehension, the static popped, unleashing all the feelings behind it like a dam shattering. The panic, the horror, the helplessness—all of them rushed through him, turning into rage as they went.
"Get out," Hazō growled.
Ami looked at him curiously.
"Get off my property," Hazō elaborated. "Now."
Ami considered.
"Nope."
Hazō's fury faltered briefly. That was not how this was supposed to go.
Now what? He didn't have the power to physically force a jōnin to leave, especially with his gear still back in the building. Trying and failing would humiliate him in front of the entire estate. Mari was out making mischief. Kagome risked collateral damage. What could he do?
It wasn't reflexive—not yet—but more and more, he found it hovering at the edges of his consciousness in times of need. The Clear Communication Technique, born of his and Keiko's frustration with people's inability to communicate, was designed exactly for times like this. He forced himself not to shout at Ami, and instead communicated.
"Ami," he said, wearing calm like a feeble fig leaf over his towering mass of anger (he'd scrub the image from his mind later), "while I realise you might not have intended it, I am extremely offended by what you just did. I am too angry to want to talk to you any further, and I am only going to keep getting angrier if you stay. Please leave."
Ami considered some more. Hazō forced his body language to be calm and controlled with the Iron Nerve, mostly for the benefit of anyone watching from a distance.
"I am satisfied with your response," she replied evenly. "I acknowledge that this is a situation in which social protocol dictates apology, but that seems pointless since I do not regret my actions and you and I both know I will do the same again if I think it is a good idea at any point in the future. In addition, I myself am offended at the idea that I would offend you by accident. It seems I overestimated the extent to which you understand me.
"Tell you what, how about I make it up to you with some amezaiku from my secret stash of Mist sweets? One for every reason that I did that, if you can guess them."
Hazō's self-control began to come apart at the seams. "Ami…"
"Ten seconds," Ami said. "Time for me to disappear mysteriously in plain si—"
Her eyes widened as she stared over Hazō's shoulder.
"No, Kagome, don't!"
Hazō spun around. There was nobody there. And of course, there was nobody there when he turned back, either. He resisted the desire to clutch his head in frustration in front of his extended clan.
And why ten seconds, anyway? It hadn't taken her that long to—
"Hazō. I trust I am not interrupting anything?"
Hazō gave an inward sigh. He was extremely not in the mood, but on the other hand, it wasn't every day his sister made the trip down here to see him, especially with things as they were right now.
"Hi, Keiko. It's nice to see you."
"Snowflake," she corrected him. "Kei and Shikamaru are occupied with vermin extermination, Tenten is on a mission, and my parallel selves are meditating, so I was wondering if… perhaps… you might wish to train together?"
"Your parallel selves?" Hazō asked.
"Prism, Moonlight, and Crystal," Snowflake said. "I implied to Kei that I would be training with them, but strictly speaking, there is no need for me to be participating in the same training, so long as overall objectives are met. It is not as if our long-term plans exempt her from a shinobi's responsibility to maintain combat readiness at all times."
Hazō, still struggling with the idea of a single sibling by metaphysical extension, couldn't help feeling alarmed by the image of a whole army of them running around.
"How many of you are there, exactly?"
"Oh, we are all functionally interchangeable as matters stand," Snowflake said. "In practical terms, one might say that we are all Snowflake. However, we are experimenting with identity. Consider, Hazō: it is easy to perceive me as a distinct individual when I am standing next to Kei. But what of when the technique is inactive? Clearly, I have no body during that period. I cannot even be said to have independent agency. Yet I do not cease to exist, not to any greater extent than Kei ceases to exist when she falls asleep. One must conclude that what renders me distinct is my memories—yet I possess all of Kei's memories without being her, and were she to be released from the Frozen Skein on her own terms, it cannot be said that the unfettered access to my memories would transform her into me.
"To the extent that your master plan's demands on our time allow, we have been experimenting. Can one claim identity through an exercise of agency? Can one cultivate it? When multiple copies of one being erect a boundary between themselves through conscious differentiation, what becomes of that boundary when they reintegrate? What form does it take when the technique is used again?
"What are the qualities that allow a memory to serve as an anchor for identity? Why do most people only have one identity if there is no hard limit? These issues and more are critical to understanding not only our own nature and potential, but those of humanity itself. Yet even the Nara, world experts on Yin chakra and its applications, have inexplicably failed to recognise them, much less investigate."
Hazō's mind boggled. He'd been happy enough to treat the Shadow Clone Technique as the world's most amazing multitasking tool and leave it at that. The idea that it had all these layers of depth was both unexpected and, frankly, unnerving. He'd spent time, in his early days with the technique, agonising over whether he was killing a sapient being every time he dispelled a clone. Eventually, his teacher had laughed his concerns away, pointing out that shadow clones themselves were cavalier about their existences, with no sense of self-preservation beyond that needed to protect the original and follow his commands. Besides, their memories were still within him. Nothing of value was lost.
Hazō badly didn't want to find out that his shadow clones were metaphorical infants being murdered before they could grow into people.
Time to move on quickly.
"Say," he said, "why have you started talking like Keiko? Is that part of your experiments too?"
A little of the light drained from Snowflake's eyes.
"I deemed it for the best," she said quietly.
"To return to my original request, would you consider training with me today? Any type of training would be acceptable, except, of course, that my chakra supply will be limited, and this is hardly worth troubling Noburi for."
That expenses report was still circling overhead, its shadow periodically blocking out the sunlight. Hazō hated disappointing Gaku, who worked twice as much and twice as hard as Hazō did at his busiest in order to balance the clan's books, and never lost patience with his sometimes disorganised clan head.
On the other hand, his veins were still full of fire. How much work would he get done in this condition? No, on this one occasion, some productive violence was just what the doctor ordered.
"Bring it on," he told Snowflake with an eager grin. "Show me what you and Keiko can do without giant clawed doombeasts to stand between you and Righteous Face Punching."
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This interlude takes place within the three days covered by Chapter 380.
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