A Thief and his Arsenal

It was one of those days that left our young thief bored, Setsuna, was just leaving the black market after having a drink. The money he used however wasn't his, so technically he drank for free. Normally one would be happy, after having to drink for free. But the black market wasn't really what he had expected, simply for the lack of jobs. Setsuna arrived to the black market in search of jobs, a chance to make some real money, a chance to grow In strength. However, in reality, he simply wasn't ready. His skill set was dangerously below what he needed in order to take on what few contracts were being offered. It truly was a pity, all that time spent getting to the black market, only to receive a reality check, instead of an actual check. With both hands in his pocket, he casually walks down a dirt path, far away from the black market. His long brown hair rest calmly against his back and chest, the night was calm without a breeze, yet the temperature seemed fitting. Something would have to change, there are only so many times a thief like Setsuna could steal from passed out drunks, and vendors, before he catches the eyes' of unwanted trouble. That was the thing about the black market, as much as it relocates, it's so easy for the vendors and gangsters to remember a face.

Counting his travel in deep thought, he stumbles upon a wide open area towards his left, away from the dirt path. He nods his head in approval, and continues his ahead, away from the dirt path. Setsuna had not given up hope just yet in the black market. A lesson learned he thought, only the strong survive out here. You simply can't expect everything to go your way. He stops once he finds himself far away from the dirt path. The trees block his image away from any passers near by. It was now time to train, Setuna however takes a moment and thinks back to his past, what Justu should he learn how to use. His slight of hand skills were on point, so there was no need to practice that, he needed something to help him mask his presence. That would really help him in the field, in case something were to go wrong, or when he would need to get the jump on someone who has extremely sharp senses. Whether,  Setsuna will admit it, he had it easy stealing from drunks and vendors. The Black Market may be full of thugs and hopeless drunks, but it is also filled with assassins an powerful shinobi of the like. Where else would they go to make money? They have to get there contracts somewhere. Suddenly, it hit him. He knew the exact just in mind, a just he learned about in the academy, before he got kicked out. However, something was a missing, a key substance that he needed in order for him to even use this jutsu at his current level. As he looks around, he finally came to realize that there wasn't any water. With that, he continues further into the dark forest, in search of water.

Moment later, Setsuna finds himself near a small lake. It was all that he could find, and it was all that he needed. He walks closer to it, scanning the area, to see if anyone else was near. He activates his Byakugan, Ocular veins tense to a point that even the veins along side his eyes become visible. All became clear to him. Stopping near the edge of the lake, he sits down with his legs crossed. With the water as his source, he thinks back to what exactly were the hand signs needed to activate this jutsu. Well, to be exact, one. He smiles a bit, only to shake his head.

"How could I forget this simple jutsu, it only needed one sign."

He reluctantly forms the one easy hand sign needed to activate the jutsu. He takes his time, flowing his chakra towards the water source. Nothing seemed to have happen at first, but as time went by, a light sheet of fog rose from the lake, and covered Setsuna and his surrounding. stretching out for at least fifty meters. Lucky for Setsuna, his Byakugan Eyes were active, allowing him to see right through the mist. Setsuna released the hand sign and stared down below to his free hand, now realizing that he could still see his right hand. "Hmm...", he ponders upon a simple thought. He deactivates his Byakugan, but only for a short time. in tat short moment, he realizes he couldn't see his hand. Amazed at his discovery, he his Byakugan was brought back online, and seeing his hand once again. 

"This is perfect, Im going to go out on a limb and and guess that you need doujutsu in order too see through this mist. This is gonna suck for those who don't have doujutsu. I like this..., I like this a lot~", he said with a crooked smile. He clenched his right hand into a fist, thinking about all the other people he could get the jump on with this new technique of his. It truly goes to prove that you can never become great without learning the fundamentals. Setsuna now rises from the ground, idealizing his new favorite jutsu. What he once viewed as a trivial technique, he now sees it as an imperative variable to his arsenal. With that, Setsuna now walks away from the lake, with the use of his Byakugan. 

As he walks away, he measures how lone the just spread out too. a mental note to keep to himself as to jutsu how long the jutsu expands, and how long the jutsu lasts. He just couldn't wait to use this jutsu again, perhaps Setsuna could come up wth a three step strategy, who knows? But what Setsuna Knew for sure, was that the sun as going down, and the night would only begin.

[Exit, 1011 words. 5 stats and learned Hidden Mist.]

Denied because I found out who you are.

Approved also though.