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[Senju Jojo]

Jojo would awaken that morning with a tired feeling. Her body always felt as if something was going to burst out and destroy itself while wiggling its way out of her body. She would look around in the room; there was nothing familiar about this place so how could she be awake in her own bedroom. She looked down at her body, the scars and naked form all profoundly there while she would look beside herself when hearing a small groan. The groan came from a girl, a Jounin she knew quite well while never actually having a relationship with her before. This girl would have a pleased and dreamy smile while at the same time she had seemed to remain asleep. Jojo would take that as an appropriate sign for her to leave as she would go and collect her clothes that were scattered around the bedroom of the girl before Jojo disappeared. Jojo made it to her own apartment, the one place she knew was familiar while clothed in the dirty outfit. She would take that time to get undressed, shower, dress again and be in high spirits again. Her long red hair filled with feathers and braids.

A signature sign of who this Jounin girl was, and from that she was also clothed in a white clothing that was similar to a tunic with long white leggings and the bell bottom sleeves that were far past her own hands. Such an outfit allowed her hands to be hidden during any real fighting exercises while at the same time she would be happily is in good correspondence to her own familiar form. The training necessary for her to create this image of a kind gentle woman was a hard one given her clan while she would head out for the morning. It would be then that the soft and warm rain that ran down onto Jojo. She had not noticed it earlier however she would now as her eyes would adjust and her smile only formulated that much more as she would grin. The white clothing was made of a proper cloth so it would never come down to a white t-shirt challenge so she would begin walking in the rain. Her eyes looking around before finally she would pinpoint something with her mind, the very concept of which she would grin and look up, a girlish individual would jump completely over her head from a rooftop to the other.

Jojo moved with an ease, her feet pushing her from place to place, as she moved into the real threat of all life. Or rather to her life when she entered the perimeter of the Forest of Death. Yes the training field that she spent most of her time to train up her medical expertise. This was the field to which her smile and allowable grace kept her moving with a firmness of foot. Moving a hand to part her red hair, she peered at a single giant construct, a bug of sorts and as though she did not have enough trouble with killing it with a simple kunai, eating the tender meat would be a waste without others to help. The giant centipede gave enough of a meal for ten people. She merely smiled and with an ease of her legs to walk, she sat down and began cooking the dead bug anyways, the meat of it most remarkably similar to lamb chops thankfully. A breath fluidly escaping from her lips as she kept her mental capacity at a ready, listening and sensing for anything near her to the greatest accuracy possible.

[Uzumaki Kurotaki]

  

"SUITON: MIZURAPPA!" He finished forming the hand seals before his cheeks puffed out as if filled with something and from between lips, formed as if awaiting the most tender of kisses, water would gush forward as if from the mighty lip of a waterfall. It came in great torrent and easily reached its mark higher up in the trees, thus easily blasting away many of the leaves that had gathered along one branch, nearly, if not, blasting the branch clean of all foliage. When at last he released the technique and allowed his hands to fall back down to his sides, his crimson tresses would fall over his shoulders in uneven layers. "My it seems I still need to work on my power." He sighed as a distinct frown appeared on his face baring his serrated articulates.

He had been here in this forest training for perhaps three hours already. His chakra was already nearly half way, if not more, depleted and he felt as though he hadn't been making any progress at all. "This simply won't do," he grimaced quietly to himself as he folded his arms across his chest. Sure today might have been his day off from doing any work with the ANBU but that didn't mean that he would allow himself to fall behind. In  fact, it was quite the opposite, he was even more harsh on himself on the days he had off. He always wanted to improve that way nothing could stop him from protecting anyone dear to him. Not that he currently had anyone in that status with him, but it didn't hurt to be prepared now did it?

Kurotaki Uzumaki, as was his name, had been deep in thought for several minutes now when at long last the smell of something being roasted on an open fire drift past his nose. Almost immediately his stomach dared to do something ghastly unstealthy, and give away his position, but he willed it to keep calm and instead gracefully and silently fell past tree branched further down into the forest's depths. It would only take the young ANBU a mere few minutes to reach the lowest branches where he would land silently, as if but a simple breath on the wind.

When he did land, the twinkling fire light from below would faintly illuminate his features. It would expose, if only slightly, the form fitting, shinobi standard, black jump suit he wore under the forest green chuunin flak. It was more form fitting over the area of his chest which remained hidden, and loose every where else well disguising its true identity as a jump suit by making its short sleeves and trouser legs look like a simple shirt and trousers. Clung to his feet were closed off shinobi standard black boots, and allowed to flow freely with the wind was his gloriously flamboyant crimson hair, that reached the upper area of his thighs.

"My my," Kurotaki put his elbow on his crouched knee and his cheek in his open palm as a smile graced his face, "What do I have here?"

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[Senju Jojo]

A voice, one Jojo was not familiar with had spoken. To Jojo she merely moved her head to the side and peered into that direction, a long curve to her lips to which she smiled and focused back on cooking. The light of the fire glimmering off her form only formulated more contrast between her and the fire that laid itself to the perception that it was a free will thing. Jojo’s red hair glimmered along with her peachy face. The fire dancing along the coals, the bug roasting as she plucked one of the sticks with meat. It looked almost like mutton and she waved it in the air as if it was. “Friend, if you are that hungry do enjoy a meal with me. It does get lonely in this place I assume.” Her voice phased through the external captivity of the air around them. It was subtle, a breeze almost to which it passed through the existence without a single thought in mind, however all she could really do is notice how this person did not attack first but rather seemed to speak in the air with an open attitude, one she was highly unfamiliar with in her line of work.

Grace was something few ever noticed in the residual effects of the land, a land that was to the utmost responsibility of that which one cannot pertain to a regular individual. It was all of what she could or could not do. Her life, her lively hood in this was being a medic: To grace life, to take it away, to bring that bad news to the family, or to delight the world with news of new birth. These were all the things she did day by day, having done her hardest in this life, her smile always remaining on her face while the effects of the day kept itself to the grace, her body moved with a subtle swiftness of foot, her movements all but doing what they were familiar with in this time. A hand going back, moving some of her red hair out of her eyes while she peered at the individual, the illumination of this boy, his frame albeit to the air around. That hair, the long sweeping gales of hair was also one thing uncommon that Jojo almost found herself considering this a woman rather than a man. However, the voice was what did give it away ultimately.

[Uzumaki Kurotaki]

  

Kurotaki cocked his head slightly to the side when her voice drifted across the breeze to his ears. She had invited him to take part in a meal with her, and while certainly he was quite famished, he didn't know if he could exactly trust this woman. Yet something told him he could. Was this perhaps some sort of prior knowledge from some sort of file he had been given in the past few weeks? He had no clue and that alone was simply disgraceful.

He was after all an ANBU, which meant he was supposed to know everything there was to know about his people, right? So why couldn't he remember something that could be extremely vital at a time such as this? It couldn't be he had happened to have been distracted when he was trying to read through the archives again, could it? If so then damn his attention span. "I would perhaps, however..." His voice never lost that kind and sweet tone to it, "How do I know you wouldn't perhaps attempt to poison me?" It was a silly question really. After all he could tell that they were at least of the same village, so why would she want to poison him? Plus there was an air about her that simply sung of a song of healing as opposed to a ballad of death.

Before long the ANBU disguised normal Chuunin, dropped from his safe haven in the trees to the grassy plane below. He landed perhaps fifteen feet away from his fellow shinobi, another beautiful red head like himself. Once he landed he bent his legs to absorb any recoil from the fall and remained there in a crouched position for a while with his arms resting on his knees as he observed the woman for several long moments. 

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[Senju Jojo]

The kunoichi’s lifestyle was always that of the hospital, having to aid others and grant them special medications just to make it through the day. It was something that she could only understand as to why one would do something as to poison a meal. Her original thoughts was to tease the poor red head, one whom could either be of the Uzumaki or of her own family line, the Senju, as she had no telling which one this person was from. The possibility of teasing an allied family was not appealing to Jojo though, no matter how funny it could get, she did not want to chance a blood feud to occur. Her eyes watched and listened to him though she also caught ear of a sound in the wind. A flock of birds scattering from a specific location itself within the confines of what was around the two red headed individuals in this performing and quite tactless spot of a training field. The woods known for death was always lively, it just was how it seemed to always maintain the elliptical of general knowledge between the areas that surrounded the two.

Jojo smiled at the red head who spoke to her. It had seemed different as how this person spoke of a possibility of poisoning. Just to be in this training field meant they were of the same village and the head medic of Konohagakure only brought with her the idealism of what this meant. Her eyes watching as she waved the bug meat with a steady glance of her eyes. “If you do not want it then I can just toss it to the foolish animals in the woods that are listening to us.” She smiled and took the second of the eight sticks and bit into it with a smile. Relatively like eating a drumstick her eyes watched him and threw the piece, she was waving into the woods randomly as if she were counting down. Granted the spot she threw it in the woods happened to be at the bushes coincidentally where the unknown AnBu boy was. Her smile did not waver though when she brought another stick up and waved it about, “You are welcome to join me still, the option is still open, and I have plenty of meat on a stick for you to enjoy.”

Her smile had not wavered for a second, after all, she only smiled, as she smelled of the surgery room. The sterile smell having integrated itself into her body as to always smells like that of a hospital while never truly having the smell of blood about her. It was odd to say the least, this sterile smell that permeated from her and through the air itself. Quite unusual some would say, however, after killing her own mother she took a step away from the front lines in life and went directly into that of the medical field. Training herself and making her life into that of the best medic Konohagakure had ever seen. It was her goal after all and it only brought out the best sides of her to be something as this. The medical life was one that filled itself in the formulation and exact thought process of the possibilities of what one could or could not do in training. Jojo enjoyed teaching those how to heal, and how to go on with medically training and or teaching others as she only smiled again. “What reason would I have to poison a fellow villager either?” Her question sounded while she grinned, still offering the meal ticket.

[Uzumaki Kurotaki]

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The ANBU smiled a kind smile back at her as she made her conjunctures. Yes, that was true, why indeed would someone want to poison another villager? Kurotaki didn't know the answer exact for that, but there were indeed many he could give. "Bribery, Corruption, perhaps a personal vendetta..." He paused for a moment as he finally deemed it alright to associate with this person. He simply could not detect a reason not to be able to trust her, at least a little, however any false movements and he might well put a knife in her throat. Only as he spent more time in her vicinity he felt more and more of his suspicions of her fade away, and eventually he realized why this was so. He burst out laughing before standing up to his full height, "Y'know those are a few of the reasons why someone might want to poison a fellow villager. There are several other factors that could play into the issue and all of them illegal. Aha, it just dawned on me though, you of all people wouldn't do something like that. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you right away, Senju Jojo-sama." That's right this woman was the very woman that was responsible for treating many cases such as poisonings, broken legs, even more gruesome wounds. She was the head kunoichi in the medicinal unit of Konohagakure, and she wouldn't harm a fly. Well unless it was an enemy shinobi, but that was an exception not a rule in this case. "I'm so sorry for suspecting you of foul play miss. You see my memory isn't always the most reliable tool I have at my disposal ehe." He walked a bit closer to her now before sitting down near the fire where it was significantly warmer. He then looked at all of the meat that Senju-sama had procured, "Might I ask what exactly it was that you killed in order to procure this much meat. By the amount of it I would go so far as to guess it was a Colossal Black Armored Centipede." After a few moments passing another thing soon dawned on the ANBU Chuunin, "Ah! I'm so sorry, I should probably introduce myself. The name is Uzumaki Kurotaki." Yes that was his birth name and his civilian name, however as an ANBU he never used that name when on duty.

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[Senju Jojo]

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Jojo sighed lightly, this boy the Uzumaki, he definitely had his own way of procuring information and not just that but maintaining it as well. Jojo could go off a limb and possibly wonder just how much this boy actually knew. Would it have probably been something far different, far more so than gaining the influence of acting as if you had no memory of someone to then proceeding confrontation and then significantly bringing in a possibility of needing a different way of thought. Jojo herself knew not of what she could do in the situation but rather what she had to do. Her need to eat was at the very least satisfied by the bug she had killed and yet her eyes were looking at the red head and spoke with the name he held along with the species of bug she had destroyed. “You are correct to assume that it is Colossal Black Armored Centipede, however the amount you are eating is merely a fraction of it. The rest I will be transporting to my apartment so that I do not have to worry about buying meat for the oncoming storms and such. It is just one of those things that keep quite well when frozen after all.”

Yes, a valuable need to which she only grants to her feeding frenzy when the time absolutely calls for it. In Jojo’s case, she could at least give the bug meat to patients in the hospital, “It is also one of the few meats that is found in this forest that holds the gift of antidote. An antidote to just about any poison that may come forth in these woodlands. Granted I can extract such poisons, but that does not fill the stomach at the same time at all.” Kill two birds with one stone, something she had learned and thoroughly utilized whenever given the opportune moment to do so. Her words traveled well in the calm night, hearing the birds chirp also proposed an easy relaxation as it was. If the birds were not making sound, then disaster would strike, it was as simple as that while her eyes looked at the Uzumaki whom took so long just to recognize Jojo, “So what exactly brings you into the Forest of Death and did you bring anyone else with you? I’m certain they would enjoy the meal just like you would.”

Jojo’s eyes went back to the fire, her belly full, as there were at least three of the meat rods left, as she would say her own introduction, “And as you pointed out, I am Senju Jojo.” Her voice solemn, her body easily able to signify herself being a senju as the mark to her forehead was that of the clan symbol while the capabilities of wood release were also a given trait she possessed although many knew not of her capacity of the wood release. The joys she always held, the capabilities she possessed, and indeed this only allowed so much ease from her into the granted individualized way of thinking. Her lips forming a steady line while her eyes closed and she listened, merely listened as she awaited an answer while wondering if an animal would attack, and if one did just what Jojo would do in such a situation. Her training allowed for only so much of a given time to allow her to do something. Violence being something Jojo always avoided in any amount of confrontation, as it just led down dangerous and dark roads no matter what circumstance the way to get there happened to be.

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[Uzumaki Kurotaki]

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As Jojo explained what she was going to do with the giant centipede remains Kurotaki nodded his head. It really was a smart thing to do with remains such as this but perhaps not one of his favorites. "Did you know that a giant armored centipede such as this can also be made into a wonderfully tough and delicious jerky?" Oh course Kurotaki would know something like that because he had actually personally killed one of these a while back and asked 'Mother' if she could use it for anything. Then, as if by magic, she had produced him a bunch of jerky. It was wonderful really, and it had a specific taste that you could only get from the centipede carcass. Not to mention to someone like Kurotaki who constantly felt like he needed to gnaw on something, it was to die for. Kurotaki cocked his head to the side slightly when Jojo asked him why he was here in the forest of death. After her question rang out into the crisp forest air he sat there for a few moments. "Well Senju-sama, if you must know." He giggled for a moment almost as though he were a little girl, "I'm here to train of course. What a better place than somewhere where the very wild life would offer itself to you to be your training partner, right?" He then giggled again before raising his chin up and looking up towards the canopy above them. "Plus, you can't be annoyed by little genin here. No, not unless you're dumb enough to come in when there are chuunin exams." Ah that brought back memories. Some he was fond of, and others not so much. After several moments Kurotaki lowered his head and looked Jojo right in the eye. "Senju-sama, my question for you is, what are you doing here? Surely you're not only here to procure some bug meat? I mean if that is indeed the case please allow me to offer my assistance in carrying it back to where ever it is you wish to store it." Yup, that was Kurotaki alright, always wanting to be helpful in whatever way was possible for the young red head.

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