Mycelium Mayhem

== Spore Life ==
In the Land of Mushroom, Ichiro Samehada sat in the room of his home, staring at the wall. He was confused, very disoriented. Something had went terrible wrong in his house just now, and he was the one who had to clean up the mess. He stood up, wiping his bloody knuckles on a wispy, ragged white cloth, staining it scarlet. He walked out of the main room and down the hallway, where he saw the unconscious body of whoever this rogue Shinobi was.
"Damn...." Ichiro muttered, rolling over the Shinobi to see his face. The young man checked his pulse, and sure enough, he was alive. "Breaking into my house for what? Just cause I'm a Samehada doesn't mean I deserve this bullshit..." Ichiro walked away, slumping into a corner and burying his head in his arms. His door was cracked open, his house appearing ravaged. His only companion; his dog, was dead. Mixed up in the assault by the rouge ninja who Ichiro had knocked out stone-cold.
The barks of his dog rang through Ichiro's mind. All he thought about was his family name. The Samehada. Infamous for the evil actions of his grandfather, only years ago. Kidnapping and conducting experiments on young Shinobi. Luring them in and taking what he thought belonged to him. "I gotta get out of here." Ichiro leapt up, somberly walking back to his room and changing into a stainless green tracksuit with his village's insignia on it. He slipped on his sandals and walked out of the large hole ripped through his abode.
"Mom's gonna kill me..." he scratched his head, irritated, as he began to walk along a path.
On the same path that he was walking to was another young ninja from the village, taking a walk for exercise he seemed to have nothing better to go do right now. Yawning, the purple-eyed ninja didn't look at where he was going and bumped into this guy. "Sorry for that." He told him as he stopped. He then noticed that the dude seemed to be going nowhere and with nothing better to do and no friends, he decided to introduce himself in hopes of hanging out with him regardless of him being a complete stranger.
"My name is Saseru by the way, what's yours?" Saseru asked while displaying the friendliest smile he could without making if feel forced or awkward.
"Oh hey, I'm Ichiro." the other ninja said, holding his tongue to not reveal his last name. He didn't wanna reveal that part of his history and then lose a possible friend, essentially allowing his name to ruin another possible pathway for him.
Gazing intently at his newly acquired katana, Ryu Busujima was captivated by the gleam of the stainless steel blade. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with the steel reflecting the light in a mesmerizing dance of brilliance. Each curve and edge of the blade seemed to tell a story of precision and artistry, drawing Ryu deeper into a trance. So absorbed was he in admiring the weapon that he became oblivious to his surroundings. Lost in his own weapon, Ryu failed to notice the two figures standing directly in his path. Without a glance up, he walked straight into them, jarring himself back to reality with a sudden and awkward collision.
"What the-" Saseru stopped after they got bumped into by another stranger, "Oh nice another stranger! What's your name?" He asked the boy with the sword.
"What the fuck?" Ichiro shouted, shoving Ryu back. In contrast to Saseru, Ichiro's on edge attitude was still present, having a disdain already present for the swordsman, disliking the carefree way he just bumped into him. He angrily stared, shifting to a glare.
"Who do you think you are, pushing me like that?" Ryu snapped, his voice edged with irritation. He shoved Ichiro back with the butt of his sword, the forceful gesture leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"You're the damn bum who pushed me! Cause you're too focused on that dull ass blade...my mom has shown me cooler." Ichiro backed up, still boiling with rage due to the incident, albeit trying to calm down as well.
"Dull, you say?" Ryu echoed, a sharp edge to his voice. With a swift, fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword, the blade flashing in the light as it arced through the air. In a heartbeat, he resheathed it, the entire sequence happening so quickly that it seemed almost like an illusion. As the katana settled back into its sheath, a large, clean cut appeared on Ichiro's green tracksuit, the fabric parting effortlessly. Ryu's lips curled into a smile, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "I wouldn't call this blade dull," he remarked, his tone dripping with confidence.
Ichiro looked at the cut, calmly staring. He was completely unaffected. He simply removed his tracksuit and muttered, "Earth Release: Chasm...", slamming his hand onto the ground, sending a ruthless stone into the center of Ryu's stomach, sending him backwards. "I'm not fighting you. Your blade is dull and I've dealt with enough on this fine day." Ichiro stuffed his hands in his pocket, laying back on a nearby mushroom, relaxing.
"Yeah, you're weird. That's probably why you don't have any friends," Ryu taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. He began to rapidly weave a series of intricate hand signs, his fingers moving with practiced precision. As he completed the sequence, a surge of chakra coalesced, and Ryu unleashed a powerful water jutsu.
Ichiro stared at the water fall into his face, frowning. "Nice jutsu." he said dryly, tired and weary.
"Damn, wrong hand seal. I did rat instead of horse," Ryu muttered, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand in frustration. Shaking off the mistake, he refocused, a determined glint in his eyes. "Alright, let's try this one," he declared, bringing his hands together with a sharp clap. Concentrating his chakra, he unleashed a powerful stream of water, which shot forward with impressive force. If landed the jutsu would have impact strong enough to leave stinging, painful bruises wherever it struck.
Confused by how this whole ordeal lead into a fight, Saseru just stood there baffled as to what's going on, "He does have a friend though and that would be me!", without a second thought, he decided to jump in and help Ichiro in this conflict. Running towards the man with the blade he launched himself forward trying to use his speed to deliver a powerful blow to him with his fist.
"Oh, now this is getting good," Ryu exclaimed with a thrill of anticipation, his adrenaline pumping as he propelled himself towards Saseru, fully intent on engaging him in a clash of titans. However, just as the tension peaked and their attacks were about to collide, a familiar figure stepped in, halting their confrontation with an authority that brooked no argument. It was none other than Ryu's older brother, Ryota Busujima, a legendary figure in Takegakure known for his unrivaled power and skill.
"Both of you, stop now," Ryota commanded, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. His gaze bore into Ryu and Saseru with a stern intensity, commanding instant obedience from both combatants.
Ichiro audibly sighed. He was already tired and that little conflict didn't help his mental exhaustion one bit. The giant man's sudden appearance didn't even phase him, simply being another presence to irritate the young man. Jumping up, Ichiro crossed his arms and stood across from everyone before preparing to speak to Ryota. "What's up with your skin? I've seen tans," he looked at his own arm, "but never one like yours. You're like jet black."
His curiosity caused him to go up to Ryota, looking him up and down.
”Yeah his skin is kind of weird.” Saseru said as he had never came in contact with many people with darker skin, “I’ve heard that there’s people that look like him in the land of clouds but never seen them up close before.” Saseru told Ichiro to inform him about the many different types of people in this world without coming across as ignorant or oblivious to this.
"You all look about fifteen, sixteen years old, and yet you're acting like you've never seen a black person before," Ryota remarked, his gaze shifting from Saseru to Ichiro before finally landing on his younger brother, Ryu. 
"Nah, they're both just losers," Ryu interjected with a smirk, only to be swiftly silenced by Ryota's stern glare.
"Quiet, Ryu," Ryota commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for argument. He looked back at Saseru and Ichiro, shaking his head slightly.