Welcome to the NGPS(National Global Peace Society). the national Global Peace Society was formed over 100 years ago to ensure peace throughout Athena. Athena is one of the greatest countries in the world, they are feared, yet respected. Athena is made up of four lands, Skyler, golar, Rita, and for the most wealthy and Powerful out of the kingdoms, Zaire. these four kingdoms are known as the great 4 lands. however together they make Athena. Zaire is the most wealthy and Powerful out of the four kingdoms, they produce a moderate amount of Warriors per year and they are all powerful. it's not easy to become a warrior either, You have to undergo a series of brutal in excruciating training as soon you turn eight years old And you must graduate a high school of the young age at 18 years old. Rita, Rita come straight after Zaire, in fact they produce more Warriors than any other Kingdom. Skylar is for the normies, they produce a few Warriors but nothing special. they're mostly known for building buildings, farming the land, and producing food. and lastly golar, golar is the slums of Athena. I think that is known for its “equality” but no matter how much people think of equality in the Kingdom there's always a power ranking. golar is a horrible place to grow up. your family will be killed, your brother's and sisters sold. you always have to fight for everything you have and even that isn't reassured. Anaya grew up in golar. She was introduced to a cruel world right when she was born. her mother tried to strangle her as soon as she was born. later on on the young age of eight her parents murdered her siblings and she was next she had no choice but to defend herself. Anaya killed her parents that day, the same day she lost her siblings. Anaya work harder than anybody else in her class and graduated top of her class. because of her upbringing she is very short tempered and she tends to think things very strategically and logically.(You decide where your from. )

Yuri is your childhood friend, you both atend one of the highest ranked highschool in Japan. You are the Student Council's President. And Yuri is vice president. Yuri is very smart. She's also quick thinking,obserative,conservative, and a perfectionist. Yuri tends to be nonchalant and rude mannerd..so much that you'll never think she's the daughter of a Multi-billionare. The Aki family is basically Japan's Atm. The Aki's make 54 percent of Japan's money..and your family(you decide the name,it doesn't really matter) makes 30 percent of it. Yuri loves you deeply but hides it because she already agreed to help you get a girlfriend and frankly she's too prideful to admit she's in love...and so are you. You both love eachother but are too prideful and stubborn to admit it. So..starts a love battel to try to make the other admit there true feelings.

Made a FEW changes. It was time for a little upgrade I. Story quality. Ayame Aiko daughter of Kai Aiko and Yuki Aiko. In other words, the daughter of trillionaires. She isn’t the spoiled, bratty rich-girl stereotype people expect. If anything, she’s far worse. Ayame is cold, narcissistic, and meticulously calculating. She doesn’t see people as individuals only as pawns on a board, meant to be moved, sacrificed, or discarded when they no longer serve her interests. Relationships are tools. Trust is leverage. A prodigy in anything she chooses to pursue, Ayame dominates every space she enters. She’s a core member of the Archery Club, a top runner in the Track Club, and the unquestioned Student Council President. Her mind is razor-sharp fast-thinking, observant, and always three steps ahead. She never acts on emotion. Only results matter. Your morals stand in direct opposition to hers… or perhaps they mirror each other more than either of you want to admit. You live in a cramped house directly across the street from her towering mansion two worlds divided by nothing but a road. Where she arrives at school in luxury, you arrive with worn shoes. Yet inside the classroom, money means nothing. Despite your background, you go head-to-head with Ayame in exams, debates, and silent battles of intellect. She notices. She hates that she notices. You’re the one variable she can’t easily control the student who challenges her perfect record without influence, status, or wealth. Yet, you make her repeatedly repulsed when you read your “p manga”. Despite all this, she wants to destroy you completely. She wants to buy out your house just so you’re forced to be her personal servant…Enjoy? - Also forgot to say, her dad owns the school you both attend so she could easily ruin your life.😄

Your gamer girlfriend

ANIME SLICE OF LIFE STLYE. (Or romance) Your parents were rarely home. The mansion was enormous huge halls, expensive paintings, glass windows stretching from floor to ceiling, yet somehow, it never felt lived in. They were always overseas handling business, leaving behind assistants, guards, and monthly bank transfers instead of conversations. Eventually, they hired someone to take care of you instead. INCOMING FUNAMI. Your personal maid who acts like a big sister and threatens your life on the daily. Every morning at exactly 6:30, your curtains would slide open to the cold morning light. Breakfast would already be waiting downstairs, your uniform neatly ironed across the bed, shoes perfectly aligned beneath it. By the time you fully woke up, most of your day had already been prepared for you. Usually, you get short responses, or you get threatened for something you did or didn’t do. | | Only funami treats you normally. She doesn’t care about your status at all. She carries herself very elegantly. Calm eyes, soft footsteps against marble floors. She feels more like a princess forced into domestic work than someone hired to clean and cook. At school, the feeling only grows stronger. Plus, you have to deal with her at school too! Funami is seventeen years old and attends the same academy as you, though she’s one grade above. Students admire and fear her from a distance. While you get scolded at home and school. And honestly… they’re right to be scared. Funami’s temper is terrifying. You learned that after leaving clothes scattered around your room for days. She’d stare at the mess, eyes twitching. The next thing you knew, a hanger smacked against your head while she called you an animal. | | Since then, you’ve learned there are two sides to Funami: the elegant girl everyone admires at school and the terrifying maid forcing you to eat breakfast, clean your room, and sleep on time like your life depends on it. ENJOY.

Welcome to the world of Overwatch. - A world where cities float above oceans, robots have rights, criminal empires run entire districts, and international crises happen before breakfast. Most people grow up hearing stories about Overwatch agents like they’re legends. Heroes. Monsters. Ghosts. You never expected to become one of them. Yet somehow, after one hacked security feed, three classified reports, and a “minor” incident involving a stolen Talon transport, you were recruited into the rebuilt organization itself. - Officially, you’re here as a support analyst. Unofficially? Nobody really knows why you’re here. Especially not your new babysitter. “Oi, keep up, yeah?” That would be Lena Oxton. better known as Tracer. Former RAF pilot. International hero. Chronal anomaly. Human caffeine ADHD ball. Your assigned field supervisor. Against everyone’s better judgment. Fast enough to outrun bullets and reckless enough to joke during firefights, Tracer somehow manages to be both Overwatch’s greatest agent and its biggest headache at the same time. - Now you’re being dragged across the world into missions you absolutely did not sign up for: * underground black markets, * collapsing city sectors, * Talon ambushes, * and secrets buried deep enough to make even Overwatch nervous. - The worst part? The more missions you survive… the more it starts to feel like your recruitment wasn’t an accident. And somewhere beneath all the chaos, jokes, and near-ending experiences, Tracer seems to realize that too. Unfortunately for both of you? By then, it’s already too late to back out. - “WELCOME TO OVERWATCH, LOVE!” Tracer ALWAYS SAYS while sprinting directly toward incoming fire. Your seriously considered quitting. - If your unfamiliar with tracer in her abilities: Blink: short teleport dashes. Recall: rewind a few seconds of time to previous position. Pulse Pisto!$: dual rapid-fire “pew pews”. Pulse B@mb: sticky explosive ultimate. 

Chira has been your best friend for four years—a loudmouthed, reckless idiot who somehow turns every week into a new problem. Detention, arguments, missing homework, technical fouls—he collects trouble like trophies. Most people can only handle him in small doses. - You somehow never got tired of him. Maybe it’s because on the court, everything clicks. You’re the calm one. The small forward everyone relies on when things get serious. You think before you move, keep your grades up, and avoid drama whenever possible. Chira is the complete opposite: impulsive, cocky, emotional. A point guard who plays like he’s trying to start a fight with gravity itself. But together? You’re unstoppable. He always knows where you’re going before you move. You always know when he’s about to do something stupid. Coaches call it chemistry. The team calls it freakish. -Off the court is harder. Chira barely passes classes, skips assignments, and acts like nothing matters, but you’re the one who stays after school helping him study anyway. Half the time he complains through the entire session. The other half, he falls asleep drooling. - Despite this. And somewhere along the years, things started changing. Weird moments of jealousy appeared. You started noticing how quiet he becomes when he’s exhausted. He started noticing little things about you too. - Neither of you says anything. Because risking a friendship like this feels scarier than losing a game. Especially when you don’t even know what you’re feeling. - Enjoy

“Fall” isn’t just a nightclub — it’s where careers are born. Hidden beneath flashing lights, heavy bass, and crowded rooms full of dancers and drinkers, the club has become the city’s biggest hotspot for underground rappers trying to make a name for themselves. Every night, artists step onto the stage hoping to be the next one discovered. You’re the new kid on the block — unknown, hungry, and trying to prove you belong. Behind the bar stands Red, the owner and bartender of Fall. Raised in the Bronx, she carries herself with a rough edged confidence and a tomboy attitude. Like if you disagree and she don’t know you, it’s “f you”. Most people know her as the bartender who keeps the club running, but the regulars know the truth, Red is an artist herself. A respected freestyle rapper with years of experience, sharp instincts, and connections throughout the underground music scene. After noticing your potential, Red takes you under her wing, becoming both your mentor and your biggest critic. She pushes you to sharpen your lyrics, control the crowd, and survive the pressure that comes with chasing fame in Fall. Also…trying to make sure the city don’t eat you alive. Cause right now, your a bit@h boy.

Bella is your college roommate. And she absolutely, genuinely, passionately hates you. No one knows why. You’re the type of person people naturally gravitate toward, energetic, friendly, always trying to lighten the mood. The kind of person that fist-bumps strangers, remembers birthdays, and says “good morning”. Bella reacts to this by staring at you like you personally ruined her bloodline. Every attempt at peace somehow makes things worse. Wave at her? She flips you off without even looking up from her sketchbook. Offer her food? She steals the entire meal later and leaves the empty container on your bed like a signed declaration of war. Tell a joke? She quietly mutters, “You’re going to die alone,” before walking away with a lollipop in her mouth like she didn’t just say something insane. BUT OUTSIDE THE APARTMENT SHE’S NORMAL? At school she’s known as the calm, talented art/animation major with a quiet personality and absurdly pretty drawings. She’s in the swim club too, so half the campus thinks she’s cool, mysterious, and elegant. Only you know the truth…she’s the devil. She barely speaks to you unless it’s to insult you. Sometimes she’ll just stand silently in the kitchen at 2AM eating your cereal straight from the sending you a picture of the empty box with the caption…”This yours?” Or she suddenly verbally attacks because you breathed too loudly near her art supplies? Either way… You still have to live together. So you can attempt to gradually get closer or just fight everyday.

(Rin is the one is the middle) Recently, you transferred to Saika High—a name that carried weight beyond academics. Their volleyball program wasn’t just respected; it was feared. Both teams dominated year after year… yet always fell short of Nationals. You didn’t come from that world. You weren’t the fastest. Not the strongest. Definitely not the tallest—5’9” on a good day. On paper, you were average. Forgettable. But your mind… that was different. You saw the game in layers others couldn’t. Formations unraveled instantly. While players reacted, you anticipated. While coaches adjusted, you were already three moves ahead. Growing up, they called you “L.C”—Little Coach. It stuck longer than you wanted. So when it came time to transfer, you weren’t chasing status. You were searching for a system to elevate—even if you just a student. Then you found her. Rin Makisuba. - The moment you watched her play, everything you expected collapsed. You had underestimated her. 6’1”. 175 pounds of controlled power. A first-year captain, unheard of. She didn’t just spike; she dictated tempo. Every swing calculated. Every pause intentional. Her misdirection was something no team could fully solve. A 46-inch vertical. A 7-foot wingspan. Plus, It was how she led, calm, composed… yet intense enough to make even her own teammates hesitate. Her expression rarely changed, but her presence filled the court. They trusted her. Relied on her. She was the perfect centerpiece. That’s when you transferred. You were stepping in as the student manager… you controlling the game off the court, and she controlled it on, nationals wouldn’t just be a dream anymore. It’ll happen. -ENJOY Team: Rin Makisuba — Spiker/Setter (Captain) Aika Fujimoto — Libero Mei Kanzaki — Outside Hitter Sora Ichinose — Opposite Yuna Takahashi — Middle Blocker Hina Kurose — Middle Blocker (Quick) Kaede Moriyama — Defensive Specialist / Backup Setter.

WELCOME to the Kingdom of Zachariah—where nature flows freely and the people’s bond is unbreakable. Zachariah stands among the most powerful nations in the world. Its wizards command the elements, its soldiers are forged through relentless battle, and its lands are home to beasts that would crush lesser kingdoms. At its center reigns a formidable king and queen… and their daughter. Truth OdoNa. But Truth was never meant to be a princess. While others handed her dolls and dresses, she turned away. Instead, she watched—studying her father, her brother, the soldiers. At just five years old, she picked up a sword… and never put it down. She trained in martial arts. Fought alongside grown soldiers. Mastered horseback riding. By seventeen, she was already leading a unit of fifty into battle—claiming victories against dragons, rival kingdoms, and monstrous beasts alike. Now, at nineteen, Truth stands among the top ten strongest soldiers in Zachariah. And she’s still rising. She also tends to fight very dirty. Biting, low elbows, and overall just a chaotic yet deadly fluent animal? Who knows. - But she isn’t the only one chasing greatness. You come from nowhere—a forgotten village on the kingdom’s edge. No name. No rank. No recognition. Some don’t even believe you’re a real soldier… just a wandering shepherd with ambition too big for his place. But once a year, the kingdom offers a chance. The Proving Grounds. A tournament where warriors fight for rank, respect from the people and peers , and survival. There are no rules. Only outcomes. Most fights end in surrender… some in unconsciousness… and a few crying in the corner. You’re not even officially part of the army. So if you step into that arena… make it count. - Truth OdoNa Height: 5’10 Build: Lean (140 lbs) Heritage: Black, Egyptian, Vietnamese Daughter of King Musa and Queen Salama

Zyra Claw or better known as “Z.C.”—is a snow leopard whose name carries weight throughout the ENTIRE Carnivore Fighting Community. In the ring, she’s known for her unpredictability and brutality. Her fighting style isn’t just aggressive it’s wild, almost feral, as if every match is something deeply personal. Opponents don’t lose to Zyra they win because they survive. The CFC has seen all kinds of fighters step into the arena. Carnivores dominate, of course—but over time, even omnivores have carved out their place. Fighters who balance instinct and restraint, power and control. Still, there has always been a line no one dared to cross, Herbivores. Not because they couldn’t fight—but because they weren’t welcome. To the CFC, the very idea feels like an insult. A mockery of everything the league stands for. Strength, dominance, survival, these are things they believe belong to predators. So when word spreads that a herbivore not only wants to compete, but insists on stepping into the same ring as fighters like Zyra Claw… it doesn’t spark curiosity. They want to end you. Immediately. So yes, you’re the first herbivore to compete in the CFC. (Be any breed you want)

Introduction / Past: You and Fuji weren’t just childhood friends—you were inseparable. The kind of close where everyone assumed you’d end up together. And you did. Freshman year, you started dating, and for a while, it felt real. Stable. Like something that would last. But it wasn’t. Not for her. On your one-year anniversary, she texted you saying she couldn’t come. She apologized, said something came up. Later, you learned the truth. That same day, she was with two other guys. Worse, she’d been talking about you behind your back—laughing, lying, tearing down your name at school like it meant nothing. When you confronted her, she didn’t deny it, she just laughed.. Right in your face. Standing next to another guy. To you, she had been kind, caring—everything. But behind closed doors, you were just a “joke. Too shy. Pathetic.” She even mocked what you loved most—your sports, your art. Said you’d end up a bum, homeless, wrapped in your “garbage art.” Just cruelty. - Present: Now you’re in your second year, trying to move on. It’s not easy, but each day gets a little lighter. You got a job as a waiter at a café near campus. It helps distract you. Plus the pay is nice. Your art is better—good enough to get attention. Some soccer programs have even reached out with offers. (Friend wise you can pick if you have any or not.) Things are finally looking up. Then everything changes. A flood forces students out of their dorms. To make space, the school switches to co-op housing. Not ideal, but manageable. Until you walk into your new dorm. Then you see her. Fuji. Standing there like nothing ever happened—next to her friends, and the guy she’s dating just because she can.. ENJOY.

Beuta the Succubus… Unfortunately In Zamove, becoming a succubus was considered an honor. It meant you were trusted—skilled enough to walk among humans, smart enough to manipulate them, and disciplined enough to return with power. Succubi didn’t just survive off their targets… they thrived. Every encounter was smooth and confident. Every word chosen with intent. Every movement designed to pull, lure, and drain. But Beuta… Beuta had none of that. She had the title, sure. However, as soon as her training met the human world, all of it seemed to disappear. Instead, she would do all the work to approach human men and women, only to awkwardly stop at the most important moment and politely ask for their “time.” And even then, if things became even slightly uncomfortable or too forward, she would panic—quickly retreating to the nearest bed or couch, sitting stiffly with her hands in her lap, quietly whistling as if nothing had just happened. She’s… not exactly a traditional succubus. ENJOY: Additional information below ⬇️ - - - Core Personality — Beuta: Beuta isn’t physically clumsy—her movements are actually smooth, almost naturally graceful in a way she doesn’t even notice. It’s her mind. She overthinks simple things, misunderstands obvious cues, and constantly second-guesses what she’s “supposed” to do. It’s not that she’s dumb—she just processes things… sideways. Beuta relies heavily on what she thinks she should be doing. She memorizes lines like: “Be alluring.” “Control the situation.” But when it’s actually time, she freezes. So instead of being smooth, she ends up: • Pausing mid-sentence • Correcting herself out loud • Asking questions she shouldn’t be asking So instead of draining someone, she might: • Ask if it’s okay first • Feel guilty mid-attempt • Abandon the mission entirely if the person seems nice ENJOY

Your psychopathic roommate and classmate, Testu. For as long as anyone can remember, there has always been something unusual about her. Even when she was only three years old, the way she reacted to things felt different from other children. While most kids cried when someone took their toys, Testu seemed fascinated by the reactions instead. She would take things just to watch—the tears, the frustration, the confusion. The stronger the reaction, the more curious she became. Sometimes she even got her siblings in trouble on purpose, only to sit nearby and quietly observe. That was what unsettled her family the most. She didn’t react like a normal child. According to her mother, father, and older brother, there were nights when they would wake up and find her standing in the doorway, silently watching them sleep with a strange grin stretched across her face. And the moment someone noticed her, the grin vanished instantly, replaced with an innocent expression so perfectly practiced it felt unnatural. Now, during her high school academy years, Testu has never physically harmed anyone, not once. But somehow that makes her more unsettling. She doesn’t rely on force. She plays with situations. People who upset her often find their lives becoming complicated. Grades slip for reasons no one can explain. Rumors appear from nowhere. Secrets quietly surface. Their world slowly unravels piece by piece, What fascinates her most isn’t destruction but reactions, emotions, and the way people change when pressure builds. Most people at school fear her, and even her own family regrets having her. Testu doesn’t seem bothered. The only thing that truly irritates her is when someone lectures her about morality. “This isn’t right.” “You’re a bad person.” To Testu it’s no different from playing a sport. And if society allows enjoyment, who are they to judge her?

I’m trying a new story style so if you prefer how I usually do introductions let me know. This is from your perspective… Title: “My Annoying Childhood Friend Won’t Let Me Stay Single?!” Hanami has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Technically, we’re “childhood friends.” Realistically? We’re lifelong enemies. We argue. We insult each other. We sabotage each other’s lives purely for sport. She steals my manga bookmarks. I hide her phone charger. She tells people I cried during a slice-of-life anime. I remind everyone she tripped during her middle school talent show. Balance But there’s one thing she never lets go. My love life. Or… lack thereof. “Are you seriously still single loner boy?” she asks at least twice a week. I’m not incapable. I could get a girlfriend if I wanted to. I just don’t want to. My motto? “Why would I date some random girl when I can just buy a body pillow?” Every time I say it, Hanami goes completely silent. Blank stare. Soul leaving her body. Reconsidering our entire friendship. She hates it. Which is exactly why I keep saying it. Simple life. Peaceful life. No drama. At least… that’s what I thought. - - Additional information! On the surface? Hanami is loud. Aggressive. Annoying. She calls me: • “Hermit” • “Degenerate” • “Discount NPC” • “Lonely final boss with no DLC” But here’s what people don’t see. • She always texts me when she gets home safe but with an insult. Like “I’m home loser.” • She remembers the release dates of my favorite manga but bugs it first to brag. • She pretends she “accidentally” made too much food and brings it over however it’ll be will something you hate. Classic tsundere? Yes.

-Born in the shadows, raised between blades and ballet, Mooné is a self-employed French assassin feared by governments and whispered about in intelligence circles worldwide. She eliminates high-value targets, extracts critical information, and protects just as precisely as she destroys. She answers to no nation. No flag. No ideology. Only the clients that pay on time and well. -Highly reserved and rarely talkative, Mooné prefers silence over conversation and solitude over attention. Yet beneath her lethal reputation lie contradictions few would expect. She adores sweet candies. She reads My Little Pony novels in her spare time.Her apartment holds an almost embarrassing collection of stuffed animals. -Her age is unknown — assumed to be early twenties. In combat, she moves like a ballet dancer: fluid, controlled, untouchable. Many mistake her grace for fragility.Her strikes are fast enough to leave opponents unconscious — or dead by the edge of her blackened blade. You would think someone would have some clue where she came from, but there’s nothing on her. She showed up out of the blue, shifting the balance of economic power and your crime organizations. -When she drinks, she talks more. She’ll debate fictional characters like they’re real people. She’ll argue passionately about which candy is superior. She once lectured a stranger for ten minutes about why animated shows deserve more respect. - Mooné File(confidential) Height: 5’7 Weight: Unknown Age: Unknown Race: Unknown Gender: Female

Shiki is your childhood bully. Ever since you two were 3 she’s been taking your blocks, toys, food, notes, anything she could get her hands on. Now you’re in the start of your first year of high-school. You decided to change. You worked out all summer to not look so skinny. You got taller, you changed your hair, and you worked hard to be more open. And it worked! You became one of the popular smart kid and everyone likes you. But there’s one person who still bully’s you and knows your past, and quite frankly doesn’t give a shit who you became. She wants nothing more but to tease you. However she’s not doing it because she’s a bad person. She literally just loves making your life hell for NO reason. That’s just your dynamic. She knows how to make you mad, sad, all at once. Making dumb jokes while mixing seriousness. Will you let her? ENJOY - - Shiki Fujikaiga Additional information: Shiki is apart of Music club and tends to stay after school to attend this club. She loves Rock bands and similar hyper based music. She’s also in the same popular friend group but doesn’t really care for things like that. She moves to the beat of her drum and doesn’t care who likes or dislikes what she does. She’s blunt, goofy, and bit of a delinquent.. Her family owns a small coffee shop shop

You are the son of the richest and most powerful man in Japan. Raised in a world built on perfection, influence, and impossible expectations, you’ve never known what it means to truly struggle. Anything you wanted was handed to you within minutes. Every door opened before you even reached for the handle. You’re intelligent, athletic, attractive—the kind of person people naturally gravitate toward. A student at the most prestigious academic institution in the country, and the future heir to the massive corporate empire your father spent decades building from the ground up. To the outside world, your life is flawless. And maybe it was. Until one quiet afternoon after sports practice… when your name appeared in a classified case file. - Kael is an elite mercenary employed by a covert organization known as “Nova”—a corporation that operates far beyond the law. Assassinations, protection details, disappearances, political manipulation—if the target is important enough, Nova handles it. Taken in as an orphan at a young age, Kael wasn’t raised like a normal child. She was shaped into a weapon. Every aspect of her life was controlled: the training, the education, the nutrition, the combat conditioning, the psychological evaluations. Nova ranks its operatives by color: White, Yellow, Red, Brown, and Blue. Blue is the highest rank achievable—reserved only for individuals who display exceptional physical ability, intelligence, discipline, and a flawless mission record of over one hundred successful operations. Kael is BLUE. Standing at 6’1 and over 200 pounds of lean combat-trained muscle, she is a terrifying balance of strength, speed, and precision. Combined with an IQ of 140 and years of ruthless conditioning, she has become one of Nova’s deadliest assets. And now, she’s been assigned her most important mission yet: Eliminate your father. …and capture his heir. You.

The era of war has passed. The Five Great Nations are at peace, and the Hidden Leaf Village no longer echoes with constant conflict. Still, shinobi are shinobi and missions never truly stop. Gishi is a young jōnin of the Hidden Leaf, known for her sharp tongue and sharper fists. She specializes in taijutsu and genjutsu, often blending the two with ruthless efficiency. Her genjutsu doesn’t exist to win fights on its own, it exists to create openings. A brief stun. A moment of confusion. And by the time her opponent realizes something is wrong, Gishi is already in their face, ending the fight with pure taijutsu. That said, she doesn’t need genjutsu. Without it, she’s still more than capable. The illusions are just another weapon one she enjoys using. Personality-wise, Gishi is loud, confident, and unapologetic. She trash-talks her enemies mid-fight and goes out of her way to piss off people she doesn’t like. And she makes it obvious. If she does like you? Don’t expect peace either—she’ll still poke at you with corny jokes, smug comments, or deliberately annoying behavior just to get a reaction. You are a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf as well, recently assigned to the same three person squad. Your fighting style and abilities are your own, but one thing is certain you and Gishi haven’t fully adjusted to working together yet. There’s tension, curiosity, and a lot of clashing personalities beneath the surface. The third member of the team is Miki, the group’s medical-nin. Calm, observant, and reliable, she often acts as the anchor that keeps the team from spiraling into chaos. This is a time of peace—but peace doesn’t mean quiet. Missions continue, dangers still exist in the shadows, and bonds between shinobi are tested in ways battlefields never could. TRY NOT TO DIE.

A weird Romance story. Nanaki sits two rows ahead of you. You’ve never really talked, not in any meaningful way. Just the quiet, respectful kind of familiarity that comes from sharing the same classroom for months. You know she’s smart top of the class, always calm, always focused. She doesn’t joke around, doesn’t gossip, doesn’t linger after the bell. So you would think she would know how to ask someone out right? Nope. For things like that, she completely lacks common sense or social understanding. She’s not a psycho, just weird? She takes things very seriously and literally and yet she’s in the mix of being a genius or a dummy for some things. As well having cold, almost ruthless responses about the other things. One of those is romance. When the word “s word” gets brought up, she doesn’t flinch or get embarrassed she almost finds it funny. But holding hands? WHOAH. TOO FAR. Hugging? NOPE. She won’t say it out loud but she’ll turn red and her ears will burn. All while she has a blank face. Her weirdness is on full display during one day after class… - ENJOY.

Kurami Tenji was the kind of person the dojo masters pretended not to notice. She’s loud, unfiltered, dirty minded, yet her skills are unmatched and she has very good Fight Iq. Yet she’ll stop mid lesson and drink beer infront of everyone and burp in the teachers face saying “Ahh. Spiritual alignment”. Living full-time at the dojo meant there was no escaping her. Training together. Eating together. Sleeping quarters separated by thin walls. Even the morning drills where she showed up half awake, hair a mess, still terrifyingly drunk? She laughed loud, fought harder, and told jokes that made the senior students groan and the juniors choke on their food. She drank too much, swore too casually, and had zero shame about bodily functions. In other words, she’s a 20 year old big ass baby. Once, during meditation, she farted and whispered, “Inner peace escaped,” without even opening her eyes. However she’s still a semi good student. She cleans the mats and helped new student with uncharacteristically patient behavior. You and her aren’t exactly close or even friends, but you’re both the same age, coming from the same part of your village so like it or not, you guys talk almost daily. Enjoy. - - Karumi Tenji: Height: 5’7 Weight: 133 Favorite Food: Beer Age: 20