Semasu sat on the shores of the Port of Caerula, the water was a deep rich blue and one could see nearly clear through it to a certain extent. The sunlight was till early morning so the sunlight was not harsh on the surface of the water, this allowed for a serene and peaceful view of the waters and the dock. A few ships would arrive time and time again to deliver to or from Tsukigakure: the port was important to the village because it provided for a major import and export system.

Semasu leaned back and lay n the soft, lush green grass and stared at the sky as she listened to the waves lap against the rocks- today was such a good day for relaxation. She reached beside her and pulled out a pack laden with goodies...mostly donuts and other sweets, but mostly donuts. She took a bite into one of the donuts and squealed in delight at the rich and unique taste and texture.

Saizo was aboard a ship coming from Shippuugakure. This wasn't uncommon, as Shippuugakure was the major trade point for just about every village. He was there on his duties as a ninja, mostly just to protect something important on the ship, yada yada. He wasn't really paying attention to it. Missions like these were easy. It wasn't an item coveted by pirates or anything like that. Just a certain commodity thing in high demand. It wasn't usual for ships like those to get ransacked anymore. Not since the disciplining of the ninja by Shippuu awhile ago. He would jump off the ship and start walking around. While walking around he would notice a women eating doughnuts on the grass. It was an... interesting sight? Was it customary? He didn't quite know. He would stare at her for a short while in confusion.

Semasu was soooo enjoying the donuts, the latest one was a dark blue with a special blueberry filling she had acquired recently on a mission- she had become a master cook at donuts(because they were her favorite) She was staring at it deliciously until she noticed something.. Looking past the donut she saw a ninja exit a ship and was staring at her intently... maybe he wanted a donut? She did bring plenty, so she wouldn't mind sharing some! She flagged him down with her hand and waited for him to approach before she spoke.

Hey! You just got off that ship huh? I imagine you're hungry: would you like some donuts? they are freshly made!

She looked at the donut she held in her hands and then back at the ninja... this donut was special... but it would be impolite to just ignore him after offering... then a thought came to her mind.

Help yourself to the donuts in this pack here on the ground, I'm going to eat this donut because I have already touched it

She smiled to herself in small victory and nibbled at the donut and pointed to the massive pack on the ground with donuts bulging out of it... excessive? Maybe...

He was a little more confused now. First she handed him a doughnut, then she toke it away, then she offered a bag full. To be honest, he had eaten on the ship, it was a little extra payment for the job, so he really wasn't hungry, so he wasn't going to force them in, no matter how good they appeared to be. "Um, no thank you. I kinda just ate." he would say, a bit nervously at first. Not being in his homeland. He only remembered visiting Tsuki one time before. She seemed rather ditsy, but maybe cause he caught her at a bad time. Enjoying doughnuts on the grass. It actually kind of seemed like something Saizo would do. Unfortunately he was on a mission, so he was trying to maintain that professional feel and style. Not like it mattered at the moment. "Is the weather always this nice here?" he would ask the stranger. It was a nice, not too cold, but not really warm kind of feeling. Rather perfect for living. He could imagine settling down in a village like this. He was kind of finding it weird that this was called the land of Death.

The refusal of offered donuts didn't bother her... more for her! This ninja seemed too uptight, or maybe he was just acting tough for some unknown reason? It mattered not to Semasu, she was herself- often a extreme contrast in characteristics. At times she wished to be alone and hated people, other times she was a social butterfly who loved to share her donuts... but mostly not the sharing part. She just loved donuts. One might think she was or would be fat because the amount of unhealthy food she ate, however her high metabolism keeps her in shape.

She regarded this ninjas inquiry about the weather, she had never thought too much about it because she lived here her whole life. Most days were indeed like this, but today just seemed different in a special way.

I guess you could say that, the weather is usually nice here all year around; winters are moderately warm but still cold and the summers don't usually ever get too hot. It's a great place to live and grow up

Hmm. Ironic. The Land of Death, such a great place for life. It was almost poetic. The place people enjoy to live in the most being labeled as a land of the dead. Maybe it had some old origin, or maybe even poor word choice. One would have imagined ravaged waste lands when hearing land of death. It was apparently not the case though. In a way the weather was quite similar to Shippuu. They both were near the ocean and had nice winds. Shippuu could get a little hot at times. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My names Saizo of the land of Hurricanes." he would say, much less uptight then before as a smile would start to appear on his face. He would usually have a smile when introducing himself. It usually helped ease any tension. In a way it was a psychological thing. Make one feel more open, the ones he is talking to and himself. Smiles always made one seem less threatening. Unless of course it was the intent. He would then stick his hand out to her for a handshake. Of course her hand was probably covered in doughnut residue, he wouldn't quite mind. He could always wash it off later. New friends don't come along everyday after all. Might at least try and be nice.

Semasu could see that the ninja was contemplating some deep thought about the village's weather; was his village that much different? He just seemed quite surprised by the peacefulness of the village- maybe he was familiar with the village's nickname? It was not Semasu's place to explain the nickname of the village, because she did not fully understand it herself. True there were clans who always murdered one another here and what not, but every village had those kinds; right?

Ah, this ninja was introducing himself as Saizo- a good name, and he was from the land of Hurricanes? To Semasu, she couldn't imagine a land where hurricanes were constant, automatically she thought of a constant hurricane ravaging the land and village- no wonder Saizo was so curious about tsukigakure. Saizo wanted to shake her hand, fortunately she had a peculiar talent for eating with the hand that was not her primary, she shook hands with Saizo with her clean hand which was her main hand.

Semasu Rankujo of the Rankujo clan, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

She stood up as she shook his hand, it was always best to greet someone on the same level as you; shaking hands or what not while you are sitting down was considered impolite.

Tell me, is your village quite different from Tsuki?

"Well, Hello there, Semasu." he would say. Rankujo clan. He had never actually heard of it. It probably wasn't very famous, but what did he know about the clans in Tsuki. He was only really familiar with a few clans. Most of them having insane abilities like his own. Was his village different from Tsuki? Well, it was in a few respects yes. The temperature was rather similar, but the weather itself wasn't exactly the same. "The Land of Ocean, being the mass of islands that it is, actually varies in temperatures. But I guess you are referring to the Hidden Hurricane in particular. The Hidden Hurricane as you might have guess is rather windy. Its a nice wind though, more of an ocean breeze. It actually a little unusual to see many Hurricanes. It does sort of resemble Tsuki, I guess. Though I think it maybe a little nicer here."   there he went, rambling on about the weather. He actually didn't know much about weather, but because of his body composition, keeping track of it was rather crucial at times. "I am assuming from you attire, that you are a ninja." he would say to her. "You have probably traveled to foreign places in your lifetime as well, right? he wondered if there was anywhere nearby to go sightseeing, or maybe somewhere she had been that he could visit sometime in his travels. He always loved finding new places. Maybe sometime, he should decide to see the place he is at and not think about the next place to go though. He was rather impatient in that sense.

She listened intently and with interest as he explained his land and the weather there; it seemed like a nice place to her, except for maybe the weather being a little hotter. To her it seemed like some exotic paradise, Saizo was probably seeing this land in nearly the same aspect as her... maybe she would visit his land some day and see for herself- currently he had a "one up" on her in travels.

Not really, most of my missions take me around the village and just outside its parameters. I have visited the forest nearby, lots of tall trees that will make you feel quite insignificant.

She laughed to herself at the last comment, truly the trees were quite massive and unforgiving.

While it's true that I'm a ninja, I am still a genin from my clan. I specialize in Nintaijutsu and my element is an explosive element- my clan is quite proud of their unique element. You are a ninja yourself right? Guarding that ship that just arrived; what's your clan like?

Never left the village, eh? Seems a little sad. Being cooped up in such a little area. Saizo could never do that. Without the freedom to explore, life would be, well, colourless. The art that the world had gifted, unseen and unappreciated. Something he would find impossible to imagine. He wouldn't be living if that were the case. There was just no way. Maybe she should come to his village sometime. It wouldn't be an adventure of magnificent proportions, but it would be a change. Change was something people were forced to embrace whether they want to or not, but that didn't mean change was bad. There was always good change, something that changes for the better. "Hmm, my clan." he said, in an almost disappointing tone. He didn't like talking about his clan. He felt it better not mentioning them. Even if she was kind enough to tell him all about hers, but her clan wasn't a bunch of maniac pirates. "Well, we don't exactly keep in touch." he would say. Embarrassed to share his lineage with others. Not till he cleaned the clans name. For now, it was still a dirty mess, he wouldn't share with others. The less they knew, the better.

Semasu could tell that there was some history there by Saizo's body language and she decided not to press him further. It was impolite to ask so much about a new person's clan, it was basically trying to reveal secrets and weaknesses of other ninjas, though she did not see it this way. It was well known that her clan was in this village, the Rankujo clan was a rowdy and wily clan who often caused uproars and problems: some elders of the village even considered them zealous and dangerous ninjas.

She was surprised that Saizo seemed to know nothing about her clan; true that they weren't as big as some of the "noble" clans, but their unique element gave them plenty of attention and proved to be quite deadly in combat. An elder of the clan who possessed an S rank jutsu was able to completely destroy a metal structure of steel with an explosion- she had witnessed this herself and was very impressed.

My clan is very loud and obnoxious, so I see no point in hiding my heritage- it will only come back to haunt me if I do try to hide it. However others benefit more by keeping that kind of knowledge a secret, so it's alright if you don't tell me.

She looked out over the water and back at Saizo's boat which was unloaded important imported stock.

One day, I think I might like to visit your village. It sounds very nice.

Absent-mindedly she reached up and touched the handle of her sword Uchūhametsu, she could feel the sword's desire to travel just as much as she did. She remembered where she was though and removed her grip on it, she did not want to give Saizo the wrong impression.

Loud and obnoxious, eh? Sounded about right. At least the loud part. She seemed quite open about it too. Might as well not keep secrets she probably thought. Well a special Kekkei Genkai such as that would probably come in handy. A little explosive back up whenever needed. Maybe not as many benefits as his own, but certainly just as lethal. He would probably try and avoid it if possible. Course, you can't avoid everything. Maybe someday he would have to face it, but for now, he didn't. He would try and enjoy himself instead of worrying about something like that. The chances were quite slim anyways. It would be an interesting fight. Whether or not the explosions would hurt him as bad as anyone else was yet to be seen. He would imagine they would though. He was unaware that explosive chakra incorporated Raiton, so he was unable to be sure, but there was a possibility that this would be able to take him down if strong enough.

"Come to my village, eh? Well, I would be glad to show you around if you ever do." He would say nicely. Starting to lose that professional like air and style to him. Not finding it needed to keep up appearances anymore. He would love some company up in Shippuu for a while. It would be nice. As long as she caused no troubles or accidentally blows something up. He obviously didn't want hostility between their two lands to start popping up. That would lead to  series of quite unfortunate events, as he would put it. He would see her actually stroke the sword on her back. Saizo had no need to fret about it, he would probably be able to avoid any injury from a sword. But now that he looked at it, it looked to be a very nice sword. It seemed special in a way. "Thats a nice sword you have there." He would say, still interested in it and trying to examine it the best he could while not looking too nosey.

She would take him up on that offer sometime, visiting his village might be nice: she would offer to show him around her village, but he was still on a mission. She probably wouldn't go there to visit for a while still, she didn't feel adequate enough to protect herself in a new land... not that she really needed to if worst came to worst. She popped another donut in her mouth between Saizo's sentences, apparently her unconscious affections towards her sword had caught her new friend's attention. She drew the sword slowly and held it out in both hands for him to examine; this sword was not like any sword around the era or the age of ninjas- instead it was more of a "knight" design and make.

This is Uchūhametsu. It is a legendary sword, though not one of the seven legendary ones. This sword has sentience and a desire to travel the world, as such it has the ability to travel the world at its own will. If I wanted to right now, I could cut a hole in the air and step through and step out right behind you- or I could just appear in your village.

She smiled because she was proud of the sword, of all people- the sword had chosen her in the world: it was a rather very convenient sword, even if it did have severe drawbacks. Saizo didn't need to know this part though, if ever they were forced to fight... it would be a good advantage to hold over him.

So much power, in a low ranking genins hands. This wasn't an insult. Just a mere observation. He was sure there was a reason for such and wouldn't exclaim anything out loud. The sword itself had some marvelous designs, not exactly ninja style. He could almost feel a willpower emanating from the blade itself and not its wielder. A teleporting sword. How convenient would that be for him. If he wanted to he could easily steal it. He was taught in said arts by his father. It was tempting, but his utter hatred for those techniques would simply refuse him from doing such. It was still an interesting sword though. He would like to see its power sometime. He had some skill with a sword, but he was no master. Not really his favorite form of fighting. Not actually being able to liquify swords, leaving less variety for his own special ability. That doesn't mean he would never use a sword, it just wouldn't be his first choice.

"Interesting. And you said you were a Genin, right? I myself am a Chunin." he would say, not in a bragging voice or anything. He was just stating that he was of such, and could help her with anything if she needed it, such as training or jutsu. Something like that. He really didn't have anything to do at the moment. The ship he wasn't scheduled to leave anytime soon. It was alright though, cause he had found a friend. "Well, I have some time to kill, you wouldn't mind keeping me company?" he would say. He hoped for a yes, but if not, he was sure he could find something to do around the village.

She nodded to reconfirm that she was a genin and as not at all surprised to find that Saizo was a Chuunin: he carried a more broad sense of self and experience. She had actually looked forward to showing him around her village and maybe learn a thing or two from a Chuunin, she sheathed her sword and pointed towards the ship.

I would love to show you around, but don't you have to guard the ship?

She thought for a moment and depending on his response she would do something super awesome for him.

Oh! When you guys are ready to leave, just tell me and I'll give you a super swift trip back to your village!

A coy smile was on her lips as she thought about what her and the sword were scheming together.

He would look over to the ship then turn his head back. They were still unloading so he had lots of time. They also needed to wait for another ship which they were meeting. More exchanges of goods apparently. Saizo wasn't very interested so he didn't ask questions about that, he just knew he had time. "There is really no need to guard it while its docked. Unless your village is planning to ransack it." He would say with a chuckle. There was no way they would do that. Would they? What if they did? That would be terrible. Of course, that would close of a valuable asset, as Shippuu is a huge trading post for about every other village. He didn't think he would have to actually worry. Swift trip too, eh? Did she mean with her sword? Could she travel them all that far? It would be a sight see, if she really could. "Well, I'd be interested to see how you would pull that of." He said, referring to the quick travel comment she made.

She was glad to hear that Saizo could move away from the ship without much worry, her village wouldn't attack one of their trading allies anyways- if anything, she noted the several jounin around the docks on guard. she smiled as she realized that Saizo had probably caught onto her meaning about the travel, it would be a trip he wouldn't forget... although she admitted to herself but not to him that she hadn't actually used the sword for this kind of purpose before- it would be a good "test"

Great! Then I think the first place we should visit in my place, I'd like to show you where I live so if your ever around here again, you can drop by and say hi!

"Sounds great." He would say with a smile. He would then give her a hand and pick up her bag of donuts. My god, it was heavy. Was she planning to eat all of them? Did she always do this? And if so, how does she still keep in such great shape? Tsuki ninja were truly interesting. Maybe they had jutsu for it. That would be revolutionary. "Which way?" He would ask, holding the great bag of doughnuts. He wasn't struggling too much, if anything it was like a sort of mini work out for him. Not the kind he was expecting to be doing, but it was working. He toke a quick glance at the ship he just hopped off and then yelled, "Im going sightseeing, I promise I wont take too long.", the crew just waving him off. Not in a bad way, but as a sure, go ahead, kind of manner. He would then wait for Semasu to lead the way.

Semasu marveled as he picked up the pack of donuts, she knew exactly how heavy it was considered she had made all of them and carried the pack out here by herself- quite the accomplishment. he was waiting on her to point the way, first she reached up and pulled a donut from the top of the pack and popped it into her mouth and began to walk forwards: Saizo followed beside her.

One thing first... since we're going to the typical place where my clan lives- you should know something. My clan has a violent chakra by nature, so we can't gain extra weight and only fill out in the...needed areas.

She could almost imagine feeling Saizo's eyes on her butt or boobs to confirm his suspicions, she was still a developing girl so she wasn't anywhere near as "big" as her older generations of women. Soon enough though, she feared that Saizo would see what he was talking about and would struggle to carry the pack of donuts... maybe she should take them before he fell on his face?

She led him for about ten minutes until they reached the section where her clan lived and operated.

Necessary places? What did she mean by that? He wasn't quite sure. He would look her over, as he tried to find where. He really didn't find anything. She seemed like any other teenage girl from what he could tell. Maybe the donuts were not working? Or maybe that is why she is eating so many of them. Course, she did seem a little "older" in certain places. Maybe it was just lucky genes, though. He really wasn't quite sure."What do you mean by that?", he would say. His own clan had the ability to morph their shape and muscle size. Hell, they could look like complete monsters if they had enough water and the desire. It was a sort of shapeshifting, but it probably was different from what she had meant. He carried the doughnuts as well as he could, which was pretty well at the moment, till they arrived at her clans housing area.

They had arrived at her clan's "necessary place" Her clan was so wild and rowdy that they had a specific section of the village that they were allocated to- they were not "noble clans" that got their own area of the village by choice, but this area had been chosen for them because of their zealous natures. The area was nice, but often you could find places that had either exploded and reduced to ruin or had been rebuilt after an explosion- most things were made of metal.

This was not what Semasu had been referring to though, she didn't even have to point: for she knew immediately that Saizo's mouth was probably open and his eyes were "engaged" elsewhere. Her clan was mostly women, this seemed to be the predominant genes in the clan, but the biggest noticeable part was the women's bodies themselves. Not one fat or unpleasant looking woman could be seen, even the elderly women had a noticeable attractive quality to them. Her clan especially loved "net clothing"(Sorta like shikamaru's shirt) While their most sensitive areas were covered, this "netting clothes" covered the major portions of their bodies, the bodies that excelled in developing in the "right areas"

It was no exaggeration when one compared them to Tsunade's eye-pleasing form or that of the 4th Mizukage's, breasts everywhere and buttocks' that could not be easily ignored as the women strolled back and forth in their daily lives. Despite their lavishly clothed forms, they were not "easy" women- often they beat up men who hit on them or tried to get their attention: it seemed that only the Rankujo men of the clan faired well against their "abuse" because their bodies were just as tough from their secret explosive body training.

His eyes would widen as he saw what looked like paradise. Was this really her clan? They were so, bountiful, in amount of women and in certain area of their bodies as well. Saizo wasn't much of a pervert, but after seeing this, even the most gentlemanly of men wouldn't be able to contain his attraction. His nose would start to bleed as the doughnut bag would slowly start dropping from his hands. Rather, it was sliding down till he held it from the near edges. He was nearly unable to breath as his nose blood would slowly make its ways down to his upper lip. They were all also wearing rather revealing clothing. Not being too indecent, but with bodies like those. What ever they wore would appear as such. "I-i-i uhhh, jus-uh." He would try and say, but his eyes taking up his entire brain. He was unable to process a sentence. His eyes would start to wander over at Semasu, who wasn't nearly as developed yet. He wasn't sure if she was just not of age or something had gone wrong. But what if she did end up like them. "Your family is, uh, nice." he would say, trying not to sound weird, but it was all he could really say at the moment.

She had expected this kind of reaction, this happened even to guards who came here every night for guard duties. Fortunately her house was very close by and she was able to guide Saizo away from the streets, he would get used to this kind of thing before long; even the most well-mannered men found themselves in trouble around her clan. Her house was a moderate size even though she was the only one who lived there, the kitchen was somewhat a mess from having baked all of the donuts that morning, but the rest of the house was spotless.

She took the bag of donuts from Saizo and set them on the table on the floor and went to the kitchen to get some fresh tea.

Now you know I wasn't joking when I was talking about our clan's women, their "growth spurt" kicks in around sixteen or seventeen, sometimes its hard to tell their age difference between them and someone twenty years older.

Saizo would start to cool down as he entered Semasus house. Regaining his brain and ability to think now. It was intense out there, he would think to himself. He hadn't even noticed the wrecked buildings and unique structures. He didn't quite know how he would get out of the area now. His mind wouldn't be able to handle being out there for more then a few minutes. He would wipe the blood coming from his nose that had already made its way down to his chin. He had lost almost all cool and composure there. It would be almost impossible for him to act all serious now. This was truly the clan that would make most other women jealous. Being able to appear so young and, dare he say it, sexy throughout all their years. It was a little hard to stop thinking about it after having just witnessed it but he would try not to blurt out anything stupid, quite yet. He actually didn't know then young women's age. Judging from what she said, she was probably younger then 16, but she didn't seem that much younger. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he was fine with an estimate like that. He wouldn't dare ask her age. That was not only impolite but an invasion of privacy. That didn't mean he hasn't done so before, but he didn't feel as adventurous today. He would take a quick look around. "Its a nice place you have here." he would say. Truly finding this home comfortable. It was bigger then his little place. Much less cluttered around, but it couldn't be helped, he was never home to really clean it up anyways.

It really was a nice place, she had inherited it from an old women who had adopted her after her parents were killed during a mission. There were fond memories here, ones she wished not to let go of.

I inherited this house from an old lady that adopted me, I've kept it clean...mostly because that's how she always liked it.

Semasu came back from the kitchen with some tea and set the two cups down at the table. The table itself was lower to the ground than most and allowed others to sit at cushions on the floor and still enjoy the table which would rest about as high as their waist.

Please, help yourself to some tea- I made it just this morning.