The hunt is on (travel)

The desert sun of hoshi beating on zaled as he gazed off into the distance. He disired an simple but efficent way to find the girl that murdered the hoshi jounin. As such he spent a few days to get a solid read on the girls possible routes. There couldve been many places she couldve gone to. Plus of course many more she could've simply hid.

With his chakra suppressed the man proceeded towards the mountainous reigions as the rocky terrain soon hid his body among many winding pathways, and frames of deep caves, and hills his footsteps expertly hidden in case of persuer's and if the girl decided to double back. An safe method to assure that his job is done properly. As such he was all but invisible to persuers of normal talents. Still his job needed the results. A body or something to compensate the loss. But it had been years since he had travel abroad. So some well deserved exercise was in the calling in this self imposed assignment. But this girl was another problem.

Induviduals like that girl were like trying to find a needle among countless haystacks. In the end the best solution was to be more practical. And pick a haystack while simply getting ready to commence any actions that were deemed nesscary for the picking. Off he went as the white haired younger man seemed disinterested in the affair to follow him. The man in many senses too vanished off towards unknown borders among the travel. Leaving his own set of steps heading towards the northern snow territory that mapped yukiagure. Still zaleds own steps were for better words more expertly concealed.

Perhaps the notion of hunting for some unknown induvidual with lacking of capacity was a bit of a strech? Or his own methods were more practical in that case. The searching and return a body was an age old method . Knights and shinobi shared the same idea although as zaled grew to understand over the years. The moethods between shinobi, and knighthood were like night and day.

Regardless he did not nessarily need to concern himself over the letter to call back. As if he simply allowed that offical channels were needed to be passed in order to simply head to another land. And a murderer left on a hit and run was not a good tasting ontray. In fact it would work better to simply act as a trace in the fields.

Spies did it all the time in the days of knights. The wounded and forced torture methods just to quietly wait in the ranks of knights and tip off other bandits. An simple mindset that the gulliable processed but shinobi in many cases did employ ma ny times. Even to make it seemed as if the infomation was forced.

Granted this was untill it was made aware of mind reading and other newer methods were nessary to detect the in depth lies of even the most steady minded, and steadfast heart. The game never changed. Just the methods in obtaining infomation. Still abliged by the base logic of being somewhere. After all this was important. So to speak zaled was willing to fill all roles. Including if need be. The executioner. An grim nature zaled did not like to take part of. Unless last resort of course.

The shifting sands behind became signifigantly more choppier as he travled through the slowly deepening rocky terrain. The transition was of course appreciated as exercise was all a part of the deal. Besides a few years away from the outside excited the elder man as through the day the airid climate became more dense. The visage of dunes of sands slowly shifted from the dusty sandy view to slowly but surely more coloums of rock forming. But the mountains lay far off beyond the countless dunes. Of rock cave and hilly plataue. It was a long trip. In his younger days he was warned of shinobi wandering amid the rocky mountains. Still it was years ago. Shinobi and knighthood melded.

Many men he knew never returned, and even the fate of such a shinobi establishment came to his ears several long years ago. As such he was busy in the reserves. The first grey hairs forming on his sideburns, but he was still amid the travels in other lands. As such he was enjoying the testimonial exotic foods of the shore line folks. While grabbing by evening a few honest sips of the wines that the women gathered from their daily labors.

is it not much to ask for to simply kick back in thoes nice beds in the trees looking over a poem from the cheesy poets? Eh i assume not. This shinobi buisness is more gruff then merit.

Zaled thought while taking a momentary break. His body from knight training was alot larger in his youth. The rich proten and grain diet was the means. But nowadays zaled slimmed down a bit more. The shinobi arts were more flexible. This granting him more lethal leiserly play then usual. His arms shifted as he proceeded the first of many plataue cliffs that stood between himself and respectfully his goal. The esrth country respectfully.

Long ago in his youth he travled to the land of earth. In thoes days the knights were merely observing new territories to claim for the sake of the kingdom. As more influence a land had. The more common folk could benifit from an larger land. More farms, a greater water supply. The list was various. But of course this did not remove taxes from the equation. As of course the money flow for royalty would drastically increase by leaps and bounds. With an conscription of youth the days away from the sandy lands of hoshi was an welcome. A vacation if one would say so. Vastly diffrent from his days in hoshi, and gladly appreciated.

But now the world has changed signifigantly. The lands even seemed unusually quiet. The travelers told of hushed stories of both scandals and betrayals which held a higher morsel of intrest among the people. As it was his home was not immune to the change either.

The man halted for the evening in a small little rockey cave. Having sported himself a few tiny rabbits and a fox for the evening meal. His experience spoke well as the herbs he gathered for an much more impressive and filling meal were easy enough to gather and prepare. Then soon enough zaled had a fire on the roll and the caught small game skinned and ready for the cooking. The skins and other useless stuff were discarded as such. Or tossed in the firey pit for the fueling of the fire. Insignifigant despite the needs. Still zaled quietly mused to himself as he considered that even on the move was it wise to go, and rest properly. So many younger shinobi and even knights went on with little regards to the fuel in their bodies.

The scent of the fish fresh on the fire was a fine reminder to zaled that the village life was but an proper bed roll in disguise. A shinobi's work remained beyond such tiny obsticles as even too much a good thing would hamper the harden warrior. It was why he wished that at least the crusades?continued on. The constant moving and?travel from home was an welcoming feeling. As opposed to the constant waiting in the current times. Perhaps this indecisive mandate in the leaderahip, and lack of pointed direction was what made him turn to handling things on his own. An unfortunate mishap in the structure, but for people that seek a full on direct control like himself. Such actions were unmaking to the elder man.

The stars glowed in usion as after a few final bites of his meal he dimmed the fire with a sprinkle of sand to lower visabiligty and headed towards a small lityle warm cave. The chilly northern winds had picked up slightly so the elder man tucked himself in the darker corner of the cave and closed his eyes.

To many one would wonder what such a man dreams of as they sleep . He was back in the days of his youth traveling. The time was a solid 20 years ago and he was lounging amid a luxerious hot bath amid the distinct diffrence of an couple hot bath. He personally requested as he treated a fine lady to an evening of luxery. Although before he saw her he had snapped awake at a small cracking sound at entrance. The light of daybreak also illuminated the entrance as well. His gaze caught that of an small animal shuffeling through the remains of his meal. Scavengers were rampant of course so zaled did not fret as he had some form of norishment near him as he was an normally prepared shinobi.

Nomming on a smoked peice of meat zaled exited the cave. Scaring off the animal and strechig a bit the joints cracked a bit as he rolled his shoulders, and glanced to the?east. The rugged territory was ahead and it was to be expected. After several long miles amid the rocky areas. The man spotfed the mountains amid the distance. The faded view of mist, and growinh obviously larger, and larger each mile he travled. The rocky terrain became steadily steeper and much more rugged. As he eventually needed chakra in the soles of his feet to maintain balence and such.

The air became cooler as he made it to a small alclove in the rocky terrain. Glancing back the ways behind him. Zaled noted a view he saw long ago as a fresh recruit. The first climb in these parts. Once upon a time he saw knights, and the seige engines slowly clambering over these parts. It was the realization that. Now he was more like the spies he saw many times ago. The lights of the torches were ahead by hundreds of feet. The very time now over 24 years later. He was now alone looking over the desert. Still his skills had surpassed his younger days. An interesting paralell looking at the progress. He admired the view for awhile longer before he continued further up.

The evening sun light faded to the west. Zaled admired the scarlet orange sky as an means of respite. He stood at the base of a series of rocky caves. Long since carved out pathways of old lined these caves. Plus from his observation there were not as many induviduals that traveled these paths. Too treacherous for merchamts, and even most bamdits saw too little value in venturing these areas. All was silent as the area was tucked inbetween some large mountains. A peaceful area that held little solace to masses other than an momentary escape from a storm, or at most camping in a pinch.

He set up camp in one of the caves, and amid the silence ate the other evenimg's cooked meat. A cold bit of meat which would suffice for the time. The luxeries of a home were forgin to him for a good deal of time. As he felt more at home in the traveling mode. A mistake that was never capitalized in hoshi. Youthful induviduals behind a structure was no more than another child in the crowd. Unable to embrace their potential fully. Still it was for the most part the inner dialog of the past him. Once more at odds with the present. As he felt once more the calling of someday he will too become a forgotton relic of unknowm value. Only to be casted through the gates of oblivion. It was the gate of all shinobi, and amy man tjat could not be deemed an induvidual who's actioms were immortalized by the masses, and future generations. Even demonizimg was a fair exchange.

The evening was a hard one to sleep on as he wondered after a long time why it was that he feared his mark in history. Perhaps it was because even a shinobi wonders if their mark hits. Will it ever be accredited? The wavering nature of this was what broke ties in many ways with many creeds of life. It was why even aspiring groups fell. Their goals were either wrong, or a varible of other reasons that do not align with many.

His eyes glanced at the ceiling of the cave for hours. Seeking an awnser that perhaps the rocks would offer. The guideless induviduals even turn to dust before a rock forms a crack. Perhaps there was an awnser all in itself behind such a thing, but he was human. He did not have the pactience of a rock. Therefore the question remained. Would there be a way. Or even a method to bring understanding to the younger rash induviduals? Zaled could not find such an awnser even if he disired it.

His dreams were varied and mixed. Inheriently aware of the shifting of night to the early morning the man lay on the floor of the cave in thought. Still his mind while active he pondered a bit more. Perhaps the one he is persuing could be in fact upon their surrender and how he feels. Inducted to servitude under hoshi? The lacking of common sense by another induvidual left a sour taste in his mouth. As how would one skilled with a sharingan simply allow themselves to be stabbed was beyond him. Perhaps it was the showing of talent untamed, and tempered was merely skills wasted in the flesh? Or the ideas of a young fleeting mind.

Talented leaders naturally were young, but to zaled the dead jouninn only revealed one thing. The boy lacked wisdom. Perhaps infomation was undiscerning to the untrained eye? Even then that was beyond itself a lie. The pride in himself over his revealing sharingan provided as much proof. It was an diffrent world when zaled remembered his use of his eyes. In the days of his recruit days he used his eyes to scan and proct weaknesses in even the most steadfast of opponents. The very notion they held saved his groups many times. From even the most cleaver and deceptive of divices, traps, and attempts on life. All which he kept his and others lives as the main priority. Perhaps it was because zaled himself was a thinker, before an headfast youth. The time in hoshi's knights always had a leader issue an order before assault. Requiring an induvidual to stay alert of what was known and document.

The simple but effective line and file rotation methods that lead to effective army management. It was all but tossed assunder like when an nunja threw forces into an array. This all in itself showed its monstrocity that where shinobi villages lacked the strong soft hand of a knight. It explained why hoshi faltered. A village not united and swayed by thoughts, was a lost village.

Dawn crept to mid morning, and the man after a quick few bites of leftover food would gaze out towards his destination. An large sequence of mountains now towering beyond the mountain he partially climbed. As the mountanious territory had a tricky sequence to it. Many small and vast cave systems as he recalled in his days enlisted. There were more scouts lost then returned in his time as a fresh army recruit. Then again the vast system of the earthen country spoke for itself. In itself it was an eye opener. And now he was alone. To seek an induvidual for the sake of his home. It was almost silly, but zaled was more of the older generation. Bring results back of your work of course. As this was not tied to his liniage of course. It was what as he learned from observing through his time. What got many youth killed. The heart to the sleeve, and pride as one's lens to life. A dreadful trap to the young generation.

The climb this day was much easier. As his muscles had gotten much rust off them. His endurance after readjusting to the workload spoke volumes!as well. The usage of chakra made it much easier, but in itself it was only an simple lift. As opposed if he was able to teleport to the center of the earth country. That in itself would've been useful, but he of course lacked the simple thing. An meaningful location to simply teleport to. Granted that was easy with hoshi. He could easily just teleport to any reasonable place. But now it was important to just gather as many locations he could on his quest as well. A good measure to take in account. The now shifting morning sun brought light to the pathway ahead. There in itself zaled crossed through the boundaries into the thinner air.

Old flags of hoshi could be seen by the man. It was his old camp as he recalled. The tents that were once strewn through the caves gave only their reminder by the simple letter representing the groups. He was only in the 24th group. A raggedy rough group in which he would say there were only 25 people. As of now 6 including himself remained. That aside from the named few only 2 offically retired from any services. While the other 4 including himself were shinobi in the service of hoshi. All in all he still kept in touch with the others as one he got his haircut from. But there in itself they all knew he was by now abroad for reasons his own.

The man stepped before an set of charred rocks. It only reinforced the nasgalic feeling he had. The reminence of the sound of small chatter and the group cooks at the pot stirring. The good ol days. Zaled gazed at the spot as he knew this trip alone was a few days alone, but before formal shinobi training. Knights in large campainges took weeks. But an reminder of the relic of the past was refreshing to the man. He needed this. To see the relics of the past remind him of that which was important. That he had aged, but with age he became wiser. Zaled picked up one of the charred rocks!and gazed at it in thought. The first night of his first campange came to him. The sun in that memory was setting as the head of the group was gathering rocks and wood. Unfortunatly it was that week the leader was found slumped in a cave dried out of blood from a cut throat that slashed his throat.

Zaled grimaced a bit as perhaps he wondered what would have changed if the man couldve sensed as well as a ninja could? To this day as he gazed at the rock zaled wondered the questiom as he resided quietly in thought. The awnser perhaps it really depended. A shinobi built and trained for the occasion was merely an greater asset then 5 men of average detection ability.

granted the truth is that adaptation is a choice. To move on, or let the things behind us bog us down... perhaps that is the diffrence between a shinobi and a knight. The higher knights perhaps had a higher level of training, but then again nothing that stops a shinobi in an area of disadvantage to changing it to their adbantage.

Zaled thought as he placed the charred rock back in it's place. The tattered flag was billowing slightly as a small breeze picked up in the area. With that zaled moved on. The chakra entering the soles of his feet as he traversed a bit higher into the mountain. The noon sun illuminated the pathway for the man. The rocky pathway now less clearer as it was years ago. Still followable to the man as he with an sense purpose. Times have changed from single grab land objectives. Like tiny villages. Thoes could be solved with 3-4 people. Now fugitives of unknown talent, and people that posessed unimagitive power. Were larger threats. Large campaigns were not needed. Still as it is. In zaleds mind it was efforts not fully weilded to full potential. It brought zaled back to the one known as valen.

talent only gripping nothing, but empty words. That would cost him one day. Perhaps it already did? I wonder why like the knights an seasoned aged induvidual was never picked? Perhaps it is they trust too much on a witless approach to a young person with a voice, but sadly that alone is what makes nations fall. Leading by some young person unable to distinguish their emotions from the values of the masses. Still i assume in due time he learns from the reaping of his rewards.

Zaled thought as he stood at the top of a cliff, and scanned the horizon. the mountains ahead spoke volumes in comparison to his view from home. The city was always pleasent, but an soul built for adventure was many hop and skips ahead of the bench warming of many that look content from gazing just through the horizon. Letting their imagination do more talking. Then reality itself. A brash contrast to the oppertunities zaled cherished. And upheld.

He clammered through a rough valley with a deep chasm in the center. The cliff head he perched over was a few miles back and the vast miuntain range spoke in of itself. The shadowy contrast of the noon sun on the mountains hid as he recalled many tragic failings of campaigns fallen to the invasion of thugs, and brigades of theives. Pestering the knights, and assaulting and pick pocketing by moonlight. An unfortunate case by the time he had appeared among the ranks. This ravien had a name. Several days by foot would reach the baisin of this chasm of the "company's end." It was an safe several days to hoshi gates, and the most logical place to begin investigating. As it held ties to the criminal underground as well. As such zaled slipped into the depths of the raiven an treacherous climb down. As it took hours amid unstable rocks. As even shinobi patrols avoided the area.

Amid the darkness of the cavern zaled stooped into an alcove for the evening. Resting his chakra within the cave and the darkness he once knew years before. The very dark cave he travled into on his return home over 20 years ago. By then he had become proficent in his chakra control as he was amid his long deserved vacation at that time. Still to think he had to return to check the darkest corners of untravled lands by many except himself. He merely went on to note that the girl was not here as he did not pick up a signature other then the scathy lower lives of theives hidden amid the lower cliffs. Several miles above.

well she must've defintly went towards earth or some country in that vacinity. This is annoying, but it is going to be drastically difficult.

Zaled thought as he took a few bites of the left over meat and with an alert mind went to a light sleep. As well as his chakra sensory for any unusual visitors. The travel was going to be rough from this point on. As he knew pretty well akready.

Upon dawn comming to realization as his internal body clock had been set. Zaled continued on his travel bown the ravine with his chakra infused feet clinging to the wall with careful steps. Several more difficult miles down the depths. Zaled hit solid ground and stepped from the walls and onto the earth. The depths of the raiven revealed the hidden pathway from the callings of an ancheint road he came back by in his youth. The rocky territory lead to the vast mountainous land of earth. Amid the indepth valleys of rich earth.

Gazing after a few long hours of travel upon the opening of the cave zaled simply stepped into the earth country. Marking the long trip to an end. As he now gazed quietly over the land.

well lets get searching

The man thought as he began to extend his chakra sensory to detect any induviduals in question. He needed to find this culprit.

(exit hoshi to earth country in 24 hours)

twc:4,078

Stats:+20

700 words to doton earth sticky drop

250 to sharingan genjutsu E ranked

3k to chrono agumentation formula.



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http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t22408-sharingan-genjutsu

http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t24883-earth-release-sticky-earth-drop

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