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Satoru JugoMaster
Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!- Stat Page : Link
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
Arriving at Sunagakure...
Mon Nov 16, 2020 11:51 am
The sound of birds chirping in the distance danced across the Hanguri Gulf, waking Satoru from his slumber. His body tensed as his eyes shot open, immediately darting around the surroundings in search of any onlookers. Much the like the past few days his surroundings were deserted. The fire he had crafted by his side was all but ash, with two skewered fish oozing the last bit of heat that the fire had to offer. Satoru pushed the cloak that had served as his duvet to one side as he tapped the back of his palm against the makeshift clothing rack that he had created a day or two prior. “Not quite dry… but it’ll do.” He muttered to himself as he slipped into his thin blue shirt, damp patches were still visible in some areas but they weren’t massive noticeable. With his other hand, Satoru snatched his black combat pants form the rack, forcing the clothing rack to fall forward kicking up ash from the extinguished fire.
Satoru wafted the ash away prior to slipping into the combat pants. Before long, Satoru was up on his feet, cloak in one hand and a long black piece of wood in the other. Satoru stood motionless for a moment, watching the small patches of wood and garbage floating to the surface from his recently sunk ship. The crew mates that were previously floating atop the body of water had sunk within days leaving nothing but the remains in sight.
Satoru gritted his teeth for a moment, he bowed his head out of respect for his fallen crew. Following the moment of silence, Satoru slipped his cloak on, raising the hood over his head prior to amending his posture to create the pretence of a much smaller stature. He used the wooden cane to support his deformed posture. This routine was almost second nature to the young Jugo clansmen, he had travelled with the sea folk for years and every city they visited people were quick to distinguish to the large stature and the orange hair making Satoru a target on every body of land.
Satoru became a target at birth, by being born into the Jugo bloodline. Rumours had it that the organs of a Jugo yielded a hefty price on the black market which explained why every crook and criminal would target a young man that fit the Jugo profile. Prior to departing from his crews burial ground, Satoru picked up a long black scarf that was dug into the ground to neutralise the smell of rotting flesh. The scarfs previous owner no longer had use for it. Satoru wrapped his face, hair and neck with the scarf prior to covering it with the hood of cloak once more. His current attire left only his eyes exposed with the vast majority of his body being concealed by the large cloak.
Satoru quickly kicked some dirt up at the fire that he previously created in an effort to remove any trace of his stay. Before long, he re-assumed the posture of a frail man and began heading towards the nearby city.
Naturally, Satoru was well versed in the navigation having travelled with the crew to multiple destinations throughout his tenure as a cabin boy and carpenter. Sadly, he couldn’t express the emotion that he had felt for his fallen comrades, it was almost as if his tear ducts had but dried up…
As Satoru departed, he began making his way West of the Hanguri Gulf, to a village commonly known as one Hidden in the Sand. Before long, it would be evident to any onlookers why Satoru was wearing a facial covering as the sand traversed through every gap in his attire. Satoru was always on guard for potential attackers. He remained alert, constantly checking his surroundings for any signs of foes.
After some time, Satoru spotted a large vertical cliffs of rocks in the distance, the formation of the rocks was almost too perfect to have been natural. Tracking the position of the sun, Satoru was confident that he was still headed in the right direction and so he continued on his way, quickly nearing the 100 meter tall structure. As he approached, he immediately spotted the guard houses dotted around the narrow entryway into the city. The sheer height and width of the walls that fortified Sunagakure were nothing to scoff at, the height made it near impossible to jump over while the width made it next impossible to penetrate, almost the perfect first line of defence…
Satoru wasn’t aware of what the appropriate protocol was for entering a major city as there would be a select group that would always enter and trade while on their travels. Before long, Satoru found himself under the roof of the small cleft between the two cliff faces. He kept moving forward at a slow and steady pace, his heart rate slowly increasing in anticipation of being stopped.
Satoru wafted the ash away prior to slipping into the combat pants. Before long, Satoru was up on his feet, cloak in one hand and a long black piece of wood in the other. Satoru stood motionless for a moment, watching the small patches of wood and garbage floating to the surface from his recently sunk ship. The crew mates that were previously floating atop the body of water had sunk within days leaving nothing but the remains in sight.
Satoru gritted his teeth for a moment, he bowed his head out of respect for his fallen crew. Following the moment of silence, Satoru slipped his cloak on, raising the hood over his head prior to amending his posture to create the pretence of a much smaller stature. He used the wooden cane to support his deformed posture. This routine was almost second nature to the young Jugo clansmen, he had travelled with the sea folk for years and every city they visited people were quick to distinguish to the large stature and the orange hair making Satoru a target on every body of land.
Satoru became a target at birth, by being born into the Jugo bloodline. Rumours had it that the organs of a Jugo yielded a hefty price on the black market which explained why every crook and criminal would target a young man that fit the Jugo profile. Prior to departing from his crews burial ground, Satoru picked up a long black scarf that was dug into the ground to neutralise the smell of rotting flesh. The scarfs previous owner no longer had use for it. Satoru wrapped his face, hair and neck with the scarf prior to covering it with the hood of cloak once more. His current attire left only his eyes exposed with the vast majority of his body being concealed by the large cloak.
Satoru quickly kicked some dirt up at the fire that he previously created in an effort to remove any trace of his stay. Before long, he re-assumed the posture of a frail man and began heading towards the nearby city.
Naturally, Satoru was well versed in the navigation having travelled with the crew to multiple destinations throughout his tenure as a cabin boy and carpenter. Sadly, he couldn’t express the emotion that he had felt for his fallen comrades, it was almost as if his tear ducts had but dried up…
As Satoru departed, he began making his way West of the Hanguri Gulf, to a village commonly known as one Hidden in the Sand. Before long, it would be evident to any onlookers why Satoru was wearing a facial covering as the sand traversed through every gap in his attire. Satoru was always on guard for potential attackers. He remained alert, constantly checking his surroundings for any signs of foes.
After some time, Satoru spotted a large vertical cliffs of rocks in the distance, the formation of the rocks was almost too perfect to have been natural. Tracking the position of the sun, Satoru was confident that he was still headed in the right direction and so he continued on his way, quickly nearing the 100 meter tall structure. As he approached, he immediately spotted the guard houses dotted around the narrow entryway into the city. The sheer height and width of the walls that fortified Sunagakure were nothing to scoff at, the height made it near impossible to jump over while the width made it next impossible to penetrate, almost the perfect first line of defence…
Satoru wasn’t aware of what the appropriate protocol was for entering a major city as there would be a select group that would always enter and trade while on their travels. Before long, Satoru found himself under the roof of the small cleft between the two cliff faces. He kept moving forward at a slow and steady pace, his heart rate slowly increasing in anticipation of being stopped.
- Technique Stuff:
AP: 350 + 10 (Jugo Passive) = 360.
Nature Stacks: 0 + 1 = 1 Nature Stacks.
TOTLA WC: 0 + 826 = 826
Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)
Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log 
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Tue Nov 17, 2020 2:45 pm
It had been several days since the spar with Kenshin in training ground 10, the night that changed not only her life but the lives of everyone in Sunagakure - as the newly instated Kazekage there were going to be many changes to come; she only hoped they would be open to it. A silent worrier, these thoughts plagued her as she prepared breakfast for her surrogate son Souji who was out in the back garden, by the time he would finish his morning routine she would be gone for the day - his meal left with a note bidding him a good day. Finishing her cup of coffee she would take one last look at her reflection - since taking the post she had changed her appearance a bit; with this change her hair was shorter and split into two braids with feathered bangs hanging over the everchanging eyes that determined her level of thirst, which were growing crimson and pushing the violet hue to the outer ring again. Her clothes had also been updated, leaning further into her clans summoning race she wore a rich blue cloak with owl detailing overtop a simple black bodysuit and fingerless gloves - jewelry would also be worn when not on missions, like today.
Accepting her reflection as satisfactory she would exit her home and head out for the day - she had yet to speak to the guards at the gate about their new shift rotation and seeing as her favorite guard Han was working she wished to update them in person. The path to the gate from her home was short and secluded as she had built her home into the face of a mountain closest to the gate itself, having basically lived on guard duty for the last year the proximity made the most sense. The weather was absolutely perfect for the cold loving Kyuketsuki, naturally cold the gentle breeze chilled the already cool air thanks to the dome provided - one might even be fooled in thinking that winter was on the horizon, if they didn’t remember that just beyond the walls the sun would scorch the memory of winter from the mind.
Before she realized she was walking up to the formidable walls of the cleft and was easing the east guard tower door open - the stone grinding against the floor alerted Han to her presence and he jumped to an upright position, sleeping as usual. Crossing her arms across her chest she leaned against the doorframe and gave a knowing smile to the old man, how many nights had they spent in these walls she couldn’t even imagine - he was as close to a grandfather to her as she could allow; grumpy and not afraid to tell you all about it. “You couldn’t have opened that door any louder could you?”, the old man would grumble at her as he settled back into his chair, taking a cursory glance out the one way glass that allowed him to monitor the road to the gate. As he was about to turn back to her and continue to complain about her disturbing his mid morning nap he would grumble an all too familiar string of complaints - someone was approaching. As he started to pull himself up from his seat she would walk over and place a hand on his shoulder, easing him back into his seat with a gentle squeeze. “Allow me, one last time.”
There was indeed someone approaching the gate, a man of an undiscernible age was covered completely in a long cloak, hunched over and using a black rudimentary cane to support himself - even his face was covered save a line where his eyes peered out an unusual color of bronze. She watched long enough for him to get close enough to enter her range of hearing, once his heartbeat was picked up she would push the door that was closest to the man open and slip out - only to be assaulted with the smell of rotting flesh that would make a weaker stomach fail. She would be only a few meters away from him now, 4 at most, his heartbeat was quickening and his appearance even at this distance gave no indication as to why this smell was emanating from him so strongly. Even hunched over her was massive in comparison to her 5 feet 3 inches, nevertheless she inclined her chin up a bit and spoke clearly with her usual air of authority, “Welcome traveler, glad to see you made it to Sunagakure in one piece… and by the smell of you it couldn’t have been easy. Do you require emergency medical treatment?”... or are you rotting from the inside out. Days like this her enhanced senses were more of a hindrance than a help, “What’s your name and where do you come from, do you have a reason for your travels here or are you just here for the weather?” Try as she might to distract herself from the uneasy feeling in her stomach, be it from the stench or from the fact that sometime felt off, his heartbeat was strong and fast while his posture and mannerism spoke of someone of a much greater age - the dissonance kept her guard up.
WC 874
Accepting her reflection as satisfactory she would exit her home and head out for the day - she had yet to speak to the guards at the gate about their new shift rotation and seeing as her favorite guard Han was working she wished to update them in person. The path to the gate from her home was short and secluded as she had built her home into the face of a mountain closest to the gate itself, having basically lived on guard duty for the last year the proximity made the most sense. The weather was absolutely perfect for the cold loving Kyuketsuki, naturally cold the gentle breeze chilled the already cool air thanks to the dome provided - one might even be fooled in thinking that winter was on the horizon, if they didn’t remember that just beyond the walls the sun would scorch the memory of winter from the mind.
Before she realized she was walking up to the formidable walls of the cleft and was easing the east guard tower door open - the stone grinding against the floor alerted Han to her presence and he jumped to an upright position, sleeping as usual. Crossing her arms across her chest she leaned against the doorframe and gave a knowing smile to the old man, how many nights had they spent in these walls she couldn’t even imagine - he was as close to a grandfather to her as she could allow; grumpy and not afraid to tell you all about it. “You couldn’t have opened that door any louder could you?”, the old man would grumble at her as he settled back into his chair, taking a cursory glance out the one way glass that allowed him to monitor the road to the gate. As he was about to turn back to her and continue to complain about her disturbing his mid morning nap he would grumble an all too familiar string of complaints - someone was approaching. As he started to pull himself up from his seat she would walk over and place a hand on his shoulder, easing him back into his seat with a gentle squeeze. “Allow me, one last time.”
There was indeed someone approaching the gate, a man of an undiscernible age was covered completely in a long cloak, hunched over and using a black rudimentary cane to support himself - even his face was covered save a line where his eyes peered out an unusual color of bronze. She watched long enough for him to get close enough to enter her range of hearing, once his heartbeat was picked up she would push the door that was closest to the man open and slip out - only to be assaulted with the smell of rotting flesh that would make a weaker stomach fail. She would be only a few meters away from him now, 4 at most, his heartbeat was quickening and his appearance even at this distance gave no indication as to why this smell was emanating from him so strongly. Even hunched over her was massive in comparison to her 5 feet 3 inches, nevertheless she inclined her chin up a bit and spoke clearly with her usual air of authority, “Welcome traveler, glad to see you made it to Sunagakure in one piece… and by the smell of you it couldn’t have been easy. Do you require emergency medical treatment?”... or are you rotting from the inside out. Days like this her enhanced senses were more of a hindrance than a help, “What’s your name and where do you come from, do you have a reason for your travels here or are you just here for the weather?” Try as she might to distract herself from the uneasy feeling in her stomach, be it from the stench or from the fact that sometime felt off, his heartbeat was strong and fast while his posture and mannerism spoke of someone of a much greater age - the dissonance kept her guard up.
WC 874
- Satoru JugoMasterSurvived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Link
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Tue Nov 17, 2020 6:22 pm
Wood griding against dirt was all too familiar of a sound to Satoru. For a moment, he thought back to his time travelling the seas with fellow crewmen; one instance that he fleetingly reminisced was one where he had accidentally beached the ship in the dead of night at the age of ten. The sound of the hull dragging against fifteen feet of dirt and sand was etched into his mind.
“Hmm…”
Before long, a petite figure appear from being the door to one of the guard houses. Having previously examined his barren surroundings, he was confident that the young women, who was perhaps a guard, was awaiting his arrival. Satoru slowly raised his head, his eyes navigating between the womens bangs to make immediate eye contact.
He felt as if her crimson eyes were almost piercing his soul, however his prior anxiety strangely subsided. Throughout his travels Satoru wasn’t fortunate enough to meet many women but as it stood the representative for the Village Hidden in the Sand was by the far the most beautiful women he had laid his eyes on. Strength, resolve and confidence were all oozing from the young women as the Jugo clansman neared.
Satoru instantly took notice of her assortment of jewellery. “A noble, perhaps?” he thought. Satorus native port town was one plagued with famine and disease, the jewellery worn by this women would have been enough to see a small town through multiple winters. Nevertheless, he was perplexed as he could not quite grasp this womens status in society.
As the gap between them closed to just over an arms length, Satoru slowed to a stop, the Sunagakure shinobi greeted him. Her tone carried authority and while Satorus hunched body towered over hers there was no mistaking that she was in complete control of the situation. The fact that the other guard stationed inside the house that the women appeared from had dozed off, further reinforced the idea of complete control. Glancing between the women and the gentlemen stationed inside of the guard house, the difference in their attire was night and day which gave further credence to Satorus notion that the women was of nobility.
Satoru responded to the womens first question with the slow shake of his head. “Medi… treatment?” he thought. Suddenly, Satoru felt the stench he had fallen nose blind to. The stench of rotten flesh that would make a regular persons blood curdle. The stench was indistinguishable and not one that he could conceal any longer. He clenched his jaw, slowly rubbing his feet against the ground, pushing aside dust and dirt in an effort to improve his grip. Satoru was conscious that this exchange could one of two ways, one which would require him to run…
As the women asked her follow up question, Saturo locked eyes with her, responding with “Sato. I’m from port town of Yokotawaru by the Marsh Country.” he paused for a moment before continuing with “I’m looking for work…”. His tone of voice was cold, emotionless, and feigned old age.
After what felt like an eternity, Satoru became consciously aware of the tone of his response. His eyes briefly widened as he began tripping over his words — “Er— and who ar— your ladyship, ex— er… excuse— erm… my ignorance, I seek not to offend… the relat— the Feudal Lord?” the confusion in Satorus tone of voice would be quite clear, while his tone would come across generally softer than before while still feigning old age.
In the eastern isles, the only people that wore so much jewellery were relatives of the Feudal Lord or the lord himself. Offending a family member, even a distant relative of the Feudal Lord meant certain death for all individuals involved. While Saturo did not fear the prospect of death, he felt a pit in his stomach, an odd sensation that he hadn’t previously experienced. He wasn’t sure whether his body was finally succumbing to the foul stench of the rotten flesh or whether the Sunagkure shinobi had enchanted him…
“Hmm…”
Before long, a petite figure appear from being the door to one of the guard houses. Having previously examined his barren surroundings, he was confident that the young women, who was perhaps a guard, was awaiting his arrival. Satoru slowly raised his head, his eyes navigating between the womens bangs to make immediate eye contact.
He felt as if her crimson eyes were almost piercing his soul, however his prior anxiety strangely subsided. Throughout his travels Satoru wasn’t fortunate enough to meet many women but as it stood the representative for the Village Hidden in the Sand was by the far the most beautiful women he had laid his eyes on. Strength, resolve and confidence were all oozing from the young women as the Jugo clansman neared.
Satoru instantly took notice of her assortment of jewellery. “A noble, perhaps?” he thought. Satorus native port town was one plagued with famine and disease, the jewellery worn by this women would have been enough to see a small town through multiple winters. Nevertheless, he was perplexed as he could not quite grasp this womens status in society.
As the gap between them closed to just over an arms length, Satoru slowed to a stop, the Sunagakure shinobi greeted him. Her tone carried authority and while Satorus hunched body towered over hers there was no mistaking that she was in complete control of the situation. The fact that the other guard stationed inside the house that the women appeared from had dozed off, further reinforced the idea of complete control. Glancing between the women and the gentlemen stationed inside of the guard house, the difference in their attire was night and day which gave further credence to Satorus notion that the women was of nobility.
Satoru responded to the womens first question with the slow shake of his head. “Medi… treatment?” he thought. Suddenly, Satoru felt the stench he had fallen nose blind to. The stench of rotten flesh that would make a regular persons blood curdle. The stench was indistinguishable and not one that he could conceal any longer. He clenched his jaw, slowly rubbing his feet against the ground, pushing aside dust and dirt in an effort to improve his grip. Satoru was conscious that this exchange could one of two ways, one which would require him to run…
As the women asked her follow up question, Saturo locked eyes with her, responding with “Sato. I’m from port town of Yokotawaru by the Marsh Country.” he paused for a moment before continuing with “I’m looking for work…”. His tone of voice was cold, emotionless, and feigned old age.
After what felt like an eternity, Satoru became consciously aware of the tone of his response. His eyes briefly widened as he began tripping over his words — “Er— and who ar— your ladyship, ex— er… excuse— erm… my ignorance, I seek not to offend… the relat— the Feudal Lord?” the confusion in Satorus tone of voice would be quite clear, while his tone would come across generally softer than before while still feigning old age.
In the eastern isles, the only people that wore so much jewellery were relatives of the Feudal Lord or the lord himself. Offending a family member, even a distant relative of the Feudal Lord meant certain death for all individuals involved. While Saturo did not fear the prospect of death, he felt a pit in his stomach, an odd sensation that he hadn’t previously experienced. He wasn’t sure whether his body was finally succumbing to the foul stench of the rotten flesh or whether the Sunagkure shinobi had enchanted him…
- Technique Stuff:
AP: 360 + 10 (Jugo Passive) = 370.
Nature Stacks: 1 + 1 = 2 Nature Stacks.
TOTLA WC: 826 + 625 = 1451
- Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Wed Nov 18, 2020 6:48 pm
He was an odd one, this traveler, he was hard to place distinctly anywhere - a young heart beat with a frail body suggested he was a transplanter or even a Tau but then why would he be hesitant to show his face unless he is trying to hide his identity… of which it would be easy if not obvious to discern at a glance. As he slowly shook his head in denial of her medical treatment she would cross her arms under her chest and clench her hands into fists in an effort to contain her dagger nails from protruding as the level of unease rose. Though none of this showed on her face, a woman of many masks, she had her inner workings trained to remain secret as her face filled instead with earnest intrigue and even concern.
As he finally spoke her right eyebrow would raise, their eyes locked together - at this close of proximity the stench was even more foul but that was pushed aside by the details those bronze eyes lacked; to be more exact there was no tell-tale signs of age, no wrinkles, no yellowing of the whites or even a slight sag of the bottom lid that would at least suggest middle age. No… those were strong, clear, sharp eyes that stared back at her - and before she was able to question him she was all but confirmed of her suspicion, while the man claiming to be named ‘Sato’ had begun with a cold emotionless tone it took a quick 180. Suddenly he was tripping over his words as he struggled to place her in a hierarchy she had nothing to do with.
So soft and gentle, and yet so convincingly deceptive otherwise - her eyes drifted down a bit as she permitted a genuine smile to grace her lips before allowing her hands to fall from their stiff folded position and swing back to clasp behind her back. “I appreciate your high placement of me in society but I will have to gently correct you, I am not of Feudal Lord lineage… but I am of Noble blood in a different way. I am Mizuki Kyuketsuki, it’s wonderful to meet you Sato.” As she spoke his name she would begin to circle around him from his left - giving him a wide berth as she looked him over, continuing to speak the authoritative tone melding with a touch of kindness. “Such a man of your age shouldn’t be travelling alone, something could come of you-” she would be coming around to the front again, her footsteps light on the sandy floor, “-and you reek of death and salt water so something already seems to have befallen you and yet you show up before me unharmed… either you are unperceivably talented and strong, or your heart is giving you away and you are hiding your real identity.” As her last words left her lips her eyes would harden and her features would set in a stern look. “I’m going to need you to reveal your face before you pass through my walls. I also strongly suggest you don’t lie to me, I can hear your heartbeat…”, shifting her tone one last time to a softer more imploring tone, “..you are safe in my walls, if someone is after you I can assure you they won’t get you here.”
WC 562
As he finally spoke her right eyebrow would raise, their eyes locked together - at this close of proximity the stench was even more foul but that was pushed aside by the details those bronze eyes lacked; to be more exact there was no tell-tale signs of age, no wrinkles, no yellowing of the whites or even a slight sag of the bottom lid that would at least suggest middle age. No… those were strong, clear, sharp eyes that stared back at her - and before she was able to question him she was all but confirmed of her suspicion, while the man claiming to be named ‘Sato’ had begun with a cold emotionless tone it took a quick 180. Suddenly he was tripping over his words as he struggled to place her in a hierarchy she had nothing to do with.
So soft and gentle, and yet so convincingly deceptive otherwise - her eyes drifted down a bit as she permitted a genuine smile to grace her lips before allowing her hands to fall from their stiff folded position and swing back to clasp behind her back. “I appreciate your high placement of me in society but I will have to gently correct you, I am not of Feudal Lord lineage… but I am of Noble blood in a different way. I am Mizuki Kyuketsuki, it’s wonderful to meet you Sato.” As she spoke his name she would begin to circle around him from his left - giving him a wide berth as she looked him over, continuing to speak the authoritative tone melding with a touch of kindness. “Such a man of your age shouldn’t be travelling alone, something could come of you-” she would be coming around to the front again, her footsteps light on the sandy floor, “-and you reek of death and salt water so something already seems to have befallen you and yet you show up before me unharmed… either you are unperceivably talented and strong, or your heart is giving you away and you are hiding your real identity.” As her last words left her lips her eyes would harden and her features would set in a stern look. “I’m going to need you to reveal your face before you pass through my walls. I also strongly suggest you don’t lie to me, I can hear your heartbeat…”, shifting her tone one last time to a softer more imploring tone, “..you are safe in my walls, if someone is after you I can assure you they won’t get you here.”
WC 562
- Satoru JugoMasterSurvived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Link
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Thu Nov 19, 2020 5:56 pm
“Huh?”
For a moment, Satoru was taken aback at the sight of a smile making its way across the young womens face. He tensed as she lowered her arms from the previously folded position, the aura emanating from her demeanour cloaked with the illusion of being soft and gentle yet Satoru was convinced that she was poised to strike at a moments notice.
“Mizuki Kyuketsuki… Kyu—ketsuki.” Over a period of a few seconds, as the women circled Satoru she put the feudal lineage speculation to bed. She admitted to being of noble birth which explained her lavish attire, but the fact that she was circling him like a hungry eagle ready to strike its prey unnerved him. He didn’t rotate his head to follow her movement as it was uncommon for those of noble lineage to dirty their hands with mere commoners, especially ones smelling as putrid as Satoru. Satoru generalised the approach of nobles to this situation, concluding that it would be rather unconventional for the noble to sully their attire by attacking, when they could plainly refuse him entry into the village.
As Mizuki began referring to Satorus age, a small smile formed under his scarf. “Successful disguise… ” he thought to himself as his smile was quickly wiped off his face by the Mizukis follow statement. Satoru bowed his head, concealing his newly widened eyes. He clenched his jaw as he began to perspire. The reference to his pacey heart rate forced him to instinctively calm his body, which in turn considerably slowed his heart rate. Satoru picked up the technique from his crew. The goal of slowing the heart rate was to reduce the amount of blood being pumped around the body, which increased the survival rate of anyone who fell overboard in deep waters.
“Strong sense of smell, exceptional hearing…” he thought, baffled. The women didn’t fit the profile of a traditional noble. A conventional noble, relied on others for power, using their wealth and influence to control circumstances, while the noble orbiting Satoru had means of controlling the circumstances on her own accord.
Suddenly, Satorus left palm shot up to his head as he experienced a sharp piercing pain in his frontal lobe. His palm would look noticeably young with two jet black lines tattod around his wrist, each line two to three centimeters from the other. He experienced these episodes on regular basis, resulting from his inability to control the Nature Chakra welling up inside of his body. His palm covered his left eye while his fingers rested against his forehead. The sclera and iris of his left eye momentarily assumed a perylene black color. But as the pain slowly subsided, the eye returned to it’s natural texture.
“The sight of such a beautiful women is enough to make the heart of any ol’ man pump faster than a pubescent teen, I thoroughly apologies for havin’ mislead th’ lady with my excitement..." he paused "Needless to say, I was robbed on my journey, left with nothing bar my loin cloth— but lady lucked smiled down on me by the Hanguri gulf where an assortment of clothes were seemingly floating above the body of water. My sincerest apologies if the scent offends you, my lady…” he inhaled, continuing the old man charade while lowering his left palm to his side and back under his cloak. His heart rate remaining slow and steady in line with the old man guise that he had formulated.
“I have the physiognomy of an ill-favoured leper my lady, I’d hate to offend you with the sight of my face, please understand.” the tone of his response to the request to reveal his face would sound sincere. “You mentioned these are your walls, does your ladyship own this village?” he digressed while continuing to feign old age.
- Technique Stuff:
AP: 370 + 10 (Jugo Passive) = 380.
Nature Stacks: 2 + 1 = 3 Nature Stacks.
TOTLA WC: 1451 + 637 = 2088
- Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Fri Nov 20, 2020 8:19 pm
She had noted his grabbing of his head even if she had not reacted outwardly to it, she had seen people have random pains before but he grabbed a pretty specific part of his face, in fact the only other person who had reacted in a similar fashion was Ibari who was… Hm. Makes sense. The hand was also much too smooth, with the sleeve sliding down to reveal a curious looking stark black tattoo that showed no wear or age. Even while in pain his heart rate slowed and settled on a soothing pattern that emulated calmness - it was unknown to the people she kept in her company but her mood could be heavily influenced by the rhythms around her at any point. While it was high paced and uneven in pace she was tight shouldered and wary, now with it being so forcibly calmed she would normally start to relax… but it was the inconsistencies of his words to the facts of his skin - and it was just not something she could ignore.
Another refusal, another hurt look in response to his unwillingness to comply with her - Why do they choose to lie.. She would bow her head gently in acknowledgement of his words, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made her look terribly concerned. “I see. Lady luck has favored you today indeed, but tell me how far does that luck go when you continue to push it?” As she finished her words those curious ruby to violet toned eyes would land on the bronze, as if she was willing him one last time to tell the truth - but she could recognize pride when she was confronted with it and there was only one way to amend the oversight this poor man had made. The two still stood rather close to each other so all it took was quick step forward to grasp the scarf in her left hand and yank it free of his face - his intensely orange hair nearly glowing in the sun. The scowl on her face would deepen as she took in his true face, the face she had suspected was hiding - and all for fear? Worry? Had she not expressed he was safe from organ poachers as he was exactly what she had come to believe him to be in the last moments, a Jugo.
With a soft shake of her head she would lift her chin with indignation now, her hands clenched at her sides into fists. “Lady Luck seems to have lost her effectiveness-”, she would clench the scarf tighter as she spoke, “-I gave you so many opportunities to tell the truth.. Why did you choose otherwise? Did you honestly think I would let you into my village without seeing your face? Without knowing who was going to walk among my people?” She would scoff and toss the scarf back at him, hitting his chest squarely. “How much of you is even real Sato and how much is ruse.” The last was spoken with such vindication that it sounded less like a question and more like a statement of fact. “Tell the truth this time. What happened and why are you here.”
WC 533
All actions performed at top stat speed of 100
Another refusal, another hurt look in response to his unwillingness to comply with her - Why do they choose to lie.. She would bow her head gently in acknowledgement of his words, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made her look terribly concerned. “I see. Lady luck has favored you today indeed, but tell me how far does that luck go when you continue to push it?” As she finished her words those curious ruby to violet toned eyes would land on the bronze, as if she was willing him one last time to tell the truth - but she could recognize pride when she was confronted with it and there was only one way to amend the oversight this poor man had made. The two still stood rather close to each other so all it took was quick step forward to grasp the scarf in her left hand and yank it free of his face - his intensely orange hair nearly glowing in the sun. The scowl on her face would deepen as she took in his true face, the face she had suspected was hiding - and all for fear? Worry? Had she not expressed he was safe from organ poachers as he was exactly what she had come to believe him to be in the last moments, a Jugo.
With a soft shake of her head she would lift her chin with indignation now, her hands clenched at her sides into fists. “Lady Luck seems to have lost her effectiveness-”, she would clench the scarf tighter as she spoke, “-I gave you so many opportunities to tell the truth.. Why did you choose otherwise? Did you honestly think I would let you into my village without seeing your face? Without knowing who was going to walk among my people?” She would scoff and toss the scarf back at him, hitting his chest squarely. “How much of you is even real Sato and how much is ruse.” The last was spoken with such vindication that it sounded less like a question and more like a statement of fact. “Tell the truth this time. What happened and why are you here.”
WC 533
All actions performed at top stat speed of 100
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Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Sun Nov 22, 2020 11:31 am
Satoru could tell that the women was growing more and more weary with his antics. “The jig is up.” He thought. The womens demeanour quickly evolved with each passing moment following the lady luck reference. The women attempted to lock gaze with Satoru but he instead bowed his head, watching the movement of her feet and lower torso for indication of action. Since Satoru was hunched over, his centre of gravity was much lower than normal. This would enable him to quickly manoeuvre around any attacks coming from above while attacks from the lower body would prove to be tricky to match or counter as he wouldn’t be able to secure footing while maintaining his balance.
In an instant, Mizukis hand flew past Satorus eyes and in a split second his scarf slowly unravelled before slipping away with a sudden tug. Thankfully, Satoru had slipped into the scarf in such way that a single pull would not strangle him, instead the scarf would effortlessly slide off his face. The speed at which she had snatched the scarf was unbelievable. Satoru was confident that he would be able react by gauging her body movement but by the time he noticed the visible twitch from the sudden leg movement it was far too late to act. The warm breeze of the desert gently caressed Satorus newly exposed face while his hood and bowed head kept his head and hair concealed for a but a moment.
Satoru wasn’t sure how he was to react. He had multiple options, but the one that was burning at the back of his mind was to run. “Considering how quickly she grabbed the scarf with the distance between us, I wouldn’t be able to outrun her even on the best of days”. He shrugged his right shoulder, easing some of the tension built up by his obscure posture. There was no longer a need to maintain the charade as the womens rather bold move put an end to Satorus farce.
He took but a moment to reflect on what had transpired. The instant he consumed the information relevant to the interaction, he flashed a brief smile, obscured by his large hood. Satoru had no doubt in his mind that this was women was undoubtedly the fastest he had ever met. He movement alone was effortless and made her look an expert in her craft. Satorus reservations regarding the womens prior statements regarding protection within the walls quickly subsided.
He shrugged his left shoulder as he straightened his posture. Upon doing so, he came to tower over the young 5ft 3 Kunoichi, standing at a staggering height of 6ft 7. As he straightened his posture, he flicked his chin, pushing his hood with enough momentum to quickly expose his short, spiked, orange hair. Satoru was face was covered with similar jet-black tattoos that were previously seen on his wrists. He had a series of black lines along his jaw line, leading up to his cheek bones, paired with two black tattoos that were on his forehead. To the untrained eye, the tattoos would look just like simple tattoos while those who observed closely would notice multiple bruises, cuts and burns, tactically concealed by the tattoos.
Satoru weight only 80 kilos at the height of 6 ft 7 which was noticeable first and foremost in his face through his slim features and chiselled jaw line. His broad shoulders in tandem with the jet black cloak made him look almost twice the width of the Kunoichi. The young women didn’t waste any time rubbing her success in Satorus face. He exposed a toothy grin in response to her mention of lady lucks effectiveness. Despite his headships, he still managed to maintain a healthy and full set of teeth.
The Kunoichi continued, querying as to why Satoru lied with a look a sheer disappointment in her eyes. Once again, the Kunoichi referred to the village as her own while previously glossing over his query regarding her influence in the village. At this point, Satoru didn’t have a doubt in his mind. He was confident that Mizuki was either an egotistical patriot or the leader of the Village Hidden in the Sand. He sided more toward latter judgement.
In response the womens first query, Satoru responded with a simple roll of his shoulders. The young women appeared pent up, angry and some what frustrated all of sudden which was understandable considering the fact that Satoru consistently lied to her face over the period of their interaction. His grin quickly transformed into a serious facial expression as the Kunoichi moved onto the topic of what was real and what wasn’t in what Satoru assumed was an effort to reconcile the situation.
He stood motionless as Mizuki concluded her final sentence, “Hem” he coughed, clearing his throat, and defaulting to his regular deep tone of voice in the process. “Well… my name is Satoru…” he raised his right hand, exposing tattoos identical to his left hand as he extended his index figure to gesture to his hair. “And as I am sure you’ve already gathered; I was born into the Jugo clan.” He lowered his hands down by his side.
“The clothes were from a wreck in the Hanguri gulf from around a month ago.” He raised his left hand from beneath the cloak, “My ship was attacked. I was the only survivor.” he extended and rested his index finger on his chest before continuing. “No doubt, you know how my Kekkei Genkai works… I woke up, covered in blood atop the wreckage.” His eyes slowly lost their spark as he thought back to events that had transpired that night. They would look dim and lifeless for a few moments.
“I spent the last month, recoverin’ an’ burying my fallen crew.” he slowly pointed the index finger previously resting on his chest towards the scarf that Mizuki had tossed back at him but a few moments ago. Naturally, he didn’t react to the toss so the scarf struck his chest prior to falling to the ground. “The scarf was my captains…” During the exchange, Satoru spoke with a soft yet deep tone of voice.
- Technique Stuff:
AP: 380 + 10 (Jugo Passive) = 390.
Nature Stacks: 3 + 1 = 4 Nature Stacks.
AP = 350 - Increased AP past maximum incorrectly.
TOTLA WC: 2088 + 1030 = 3118
- Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Sun Nov 22, 2020 9:55 pm
Widening eyes followed his form as it seemingly doubled in height, the man who was tall in a hunched form now truly dwarfed her at full height. Nevertheless she would raise her face stubbornly to keep her gaze on his face, gauging every minute change in his expression and body language. The face was heavily tattooed as well, and while as a fashion statement it was an interesting one she could faintly make out irregular bumps under the lines that suggested their placement held a deeper meaning for the man. Curious indeed… you’ve been through a lot, I wonder what your story is.. Despite being caught up and called out he still managed to shrug off guilt and smile down at her, of course that quickly subsided into a serious look as she continued to rant at him - which from this height difference felt odd.
And with one last change he was fully himself, the old frail voice replaced with a deeper and clearly young tone that made her cross her arms across her chest in indignation - how far had he really played his ruse.. and who in their right mind had truly been fooled by it. He moved with clear intention and at a speed as if not to frighten a skittish mouse, maybe due to his size? His personality, this cadence of speech was much more befitting him - it was easier to believe this to be the genuine version. While she had held a stern look her eyes softened at the mention of what happened in the gulf, he had no idea but he was not the only one in attendance who had lost control to their Kekkei Genkai and with that loss murder followed. Empathy washed over her as she listened to his story, while she wasn’t approving his lies she now understood why he did it - not only was he a bit out of touch with civilization but he seemed lost after such a major loss.
As his last words hit her she would close her eyes, as if she was trying to block out the meaning but it was too late; her shoulders relaxed and she stooped quickly to snatch the scarf from the ground, and with the same level of speed used to snatch it from his person she tied it neatly around the forearm that had pointed at it. The pale hands of the last Kyuketsuki smoothed out the folds of the scarf and tucked in the ties ends idly as she spoke, her voice holding a hard to come by gentleness - “Might I suggest not treating something of this importance so recklessly.. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, I understand all too well what it's like to lose family by your own hand.” Finally she would look up at him as she stepped back giving him space again, stopped at 4 meters back. “Head into the gate tower and ask Han for a visitor pass, the Dessert Rose Inn has plenty of rooms available, wash your clothes while you are there - don’t worry about paying for the first few nights. Just let them know that the Lord Kazekage will be covering your tab for the time being. You can find work at the contract office.”
Her face was somber and showed a deep sadness that just touched her eyes, “Welcome to Sunagakure, Satoru - mind your manners won’t you?” with her final words she would turn and calmly walk toward the main gates which were suddenly opening wide enough to allow her entrance - slipping into the crowd with the expertise of someone who lived life on the streets.
[EXIT]
Allowing entry to Satoru
WC 602
And with one last change he was fully himself, the old frail voice replaced with a deeper and clearly young tone that made her cross her arms across her chest in indignation - how far had he really played his ruse.. and who in their right mind had truly been fooled by it. He moved with clear intention and at a speed as if not to frighten a skittish mouse, maybe due to his size? His personality, this cadence of speech was much more befitting him - it was easier to believe this to be the genuine version. While she had held a stern look her eyes softened at the mention of what happened in the gulf, he had no idea but he was not the only one in attendance who had lost control to their Kekkei Genkai and with that loss murder followed. Empathy washed over her as she listened to his story, while she wasn’t approving his lies she now understood why he did it - not only was he a bit out of touch with civilization but he seemed lost after such a major loss.
As his last words hit her she would close her eyes, as if she was trying to block out the meaning but it was too late; her shoulders relaxed and she stooped quickly to snatch the scarf from the ground, and with the same level of speed used to snatch it from his person she tied it neatly around the forearm that had pointed at it. The pale hands of the last Kyuketsuki smoothed out the folds of the scarf and tucked in the ties ends idly as she spoke, her voice holding a hard to come by gentleness - “Might I suggest not treating something of this importance so recklessly.. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, I understand all too well what it's like to lose family by your own hand.” Finally she would look up at him as she stepped back giving him space again, stopped at 4 meters back. “Head into the gate tower and ask Han for a visitor pass, the Dessert Rose Inn has plenty of rooms available, wash your clothes while you are there - don’t worry about paying for the first few nights. Just let them know that the Lord Kazekage will be covering your tab for the time being. You can find work at the contract office.”
Her face was somber and showed a deep sadness that just touched her eyes, “Welcome to Sunagakure, Satoru - mind your manners won’t you?” with her final words she would turn and calmly walk toward the main gates which were suddenly opening wide enough to allow her entrance - slipping into the crowd with the expertise of someone who lived life on the streets.
[EXIT]
Allowing entry to Satoru
WC 602
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Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Kumogakure
Ryo : 0
Re: Arriving at Sunagakure...
Sat Nov 28, 2020 8:27 am
As the last few words parted from Satorus lips, found himself empty, emotionless and to some extent crushed. In that moment, he took note of the fact that the women had closed her eyes but before his could re-open following a blink, Mizuki was by his arm, wrapping his filthy scarf around his arm. Satorus cheeks showed a brief sign of vasodilation as they flared up in response to Mizuki being so close. He nodded in response to her statement pertaining to the treatment of the scarf. Her change of tone and demeanour made her following statement resonate with Satoru, the fact that she had also lost family by her own hand made him curious as to what or who this women really was?
She didn’t have the signature Jugo Kekkei Genkai traits so it wasn’t as if she had lost control to her inner berserker, but Satoru wasn’t aided by his lack of knowledge of blood lines and Kekkei Genkai. It was definitely something that intrigued him, but he didn’t want to prior his current situation. After a while, the women create a bit of distance, while Satorus cheeks returned to their regular pale colour.
He was ever so slightly confused as to how the events that had transpired unfolded into the current situation. The women directed Satoru to the Gate Tower in order to procure a visitors pass from a gentleman by the name of Han. Satoru immediately surmised that the gentleman she was referring to was the old fella’ who was casually napping on the job. He nodded his head in agreement as the women continued to give some details regarding places to stay.
As she covered the Desert Rose Inn, he lowered his head, forming a half a smile knowing that he hadn’t the funds to afford to stay anywhere but the streets of the city. But in a sudden turn of events, the women rid the doubt in Satorus mind as she effectively offered to pay for his first few nights at the inn. Satoru was shocked and stunned by the womens level of compassion, no one had ever gone out of their way to help him and the fact that she was throwing him a bone in this situation meant a lot to him despite the circumstances.
“Lord Kazekage”… he thought himself. “What does that mean?” a further thought followed. He had never heard of the title and so he was somewhat confused as to what it connotated to. As the young women conclude her welcoming statement, she disappeared into the Village Hidden in Sand.
Satoru raised both hands, flicking his hood up and over his head. He approached the guard tower, tapping against the glass that divided the duo. “I was told to get a visitors pass” he explained to Han who quickly nodded in acknowledgement prior to taking Satorus details. It wasn’t long before the pass was all but ready.
The question pertaining to the meaning of the word Kazekage as still at the forefront of Satorus mind so he decided to ask Han, “What is, Kazekage?” he queried with a blank expression on his face. Han let out but a chuckle prior to explaining that the Kazekage was the leader of the Village Hidden in the Sands. Satoru nodded a couple of times during the brief exchange with Han as he explained the purpose and role of the Kazekage in the context of the grand scheme of things.
Satoru was taken aback by the fact that someone of such high stature was one to greet him upon arrival. He was confused as to why the leader of a village would go out of their way to greet a newcomer. There were a lot of things that he was confused about following the revelation about Kazekage but he had no means of contacting her to ask the questions burning the back of his mind.
With the visitors pass secured, Satoru made his way towards the gate that quickly parted to allow him inside. Upon entry he discovered a sprawling city that was considerably cooler to the exterior, the 100 meter walls that surrounding the village almost casting a shadow over the majority of the establishment. He was in awe as this was first time in a major city. His eyes were and ready for action.
He tapped the first person that he had come across to query the location of the Desert Rose Inn, having received some general directions, he made his way to the building described as one in a million by one of the villagers. Upon arrival, he entered the establishment approaching the Inn Keeper who immediately greeted him with “We don’t serve your kind here.”.
Satoru clenched his jaw, his left eye flaring up with the black tint of the Natural Berserker. “I was sent by Lord Kazekage…” he responded. In that very instance the Inn Keeper made fastest 180 degree U-Turn that Satoru had ever seen. His face dropped slightly yet noticeably and the smell of his body odour quickly filled the room. “I would like a room… er… the Lord will be coverin’ it.” The inn keeper nodded with a forced janke smile.
Satoru received a key prior to quickly following the inn keepers directions towards his newly rented room. Satoru slipped the key into the lock, twisting it gently, the instant the lock clicked, he pushed the handle and entered a small but humble room. He nodded a couple of times, stripping down to his undergarment as he filled the sink with water and soap, scrubbing down his attire…
[Exit]
Total Word Count = 4051.
Claiming:
35 Vigor.
5 Speed.
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t22305-body-flicker-v7 [500/500] D Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45245-v7-tree-climbing-surface-walking-technique [250/250] E Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45238-v7-clone-technique [250/250] E Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t42892-sticky-paper-adhesive-technique-d-rank [500/500] D Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t40736-sage-art-sensoryrevamp [2500/2500]
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t46047-lariat-v7 [51/2500]
She didn’t have the signature Jugo Kekkei Genkai traits so it wasn’t as if she had lost control to her inner berserker, but Satoru wasn’t aided by his lack of knowledge of blood lines and Kekkei Genkai. It was definitely something that intrigued him, but he didn’t want to prior his current situation. After a while, the women create a bit of distance, while Satorus cheeks returned to their regular pale colour.
He was ever so slightly confused as to how the events that had transpired unfolded into the current situation. The women directed Satoru to the Gate Tower in order to procure a visitors pass from a gentleman by the name of Han. Satoru immediately surmised that the gentleman she was referring to was the old fella’ who was casually napping on the job. He nodded his head in agreement as the women continued to give some details regarding places to stay.
As she covered the Desert Rose Inn, he lowered his head, forming a half a smile knowing that he hadn’t the funds to afford to stay anywhere but the streets of the city. But in a sudden turn of events, the women rid the doubt in Satorus mind as she effectively offered to pay for his first few nights at the inn. Satoru was shocked and stunned by the womens level of compassion, no one had ever gone out of their way to help him and the fact that she was throwing him a bone in this situation meant a lot to him despite the circumstances.
“Lord Kazekage”… he thought himself. “What does that mean?” a further thought followed. He had never heard of the title and so he was somewhat confused as to what it connotated to. As the young women conclude her welcoming statement, she disappeared into the Village Hidden in Sand.
Satoru raised both hands, flicking his hood up and over his head. He approached the guard tower, tapping against the glass that divided the duo. “I was told to get a visitors pass” he explained to Han who quickly nodded in acknowledgement prior to taking Satorus details. It wasn’t long before the pass was all but ready.
The question pertaining to the meaning of the word Kazekage as still at the forefront of Satorus mind so he decided to ask Han, “What is, Kazekage?” he queried with a blank expression on his face. Han let out but a chuckle prior to explaining that the Kazekage was the leader of the Village Hidden in the Sands. Satoru nodded a couple of times during the brief exchange with Han as he explained the purpose and role of the Kazekage in the context of the grand scheme of things.
Satoru was taken aback by the fact that someone of such high stature was one to greet him upon arrival. He was confused as to why the leader of a village would go out of their way to greet a newcomer. There were a lot of things that he was confused about following the revelation about Kazekage but he had no means of contacting her to ask the questions burning the back of his mind.
With the visitors pass secured, Satoru made his way towards the gate that quickly parted to allow him inside. Upon entry he discovered a sprawling city that was considerably cooler to the exterior, the 100 meter walls that surrounding the village almost casting a shadow over the majority of the establishment. He was in awe as this was first time in a major city. His eyes were and ready for action.
He tapped the first person that he had come across to query the location of the Desert Rose Inn, having received some general directions, he made his way to the building described as one in a million by one of the villagers. Upon arrival, he entered the establishment approaching the Inn Keeper who immediately greeted him with “We don’t serve your kind here.”.
Satoru clenched his jaw, his left eye flaring up with the black tint of the Natural Berserker. “I was sent by Lord Kazekage…” he responded. In that very instance the Inn Keeper made fastest 180 degree U-Turn that Satoru had ever seen. His face dropped slightly yet noticeably and the smell of his body odour quickly filled the room. “I would like a room… er… the Lord will be coverin’ it.” The inn keeper nodded with a forced janke smile.
Satoru received a key prior to quickly following the inn keepers directions towards his newly rented room. Satoru slipped the key into the lock, twisting it gently, the instant the lock clicked, he pushed the handle and entered a small but humble room. He nodded a couple of times, stripping down to his undergarment as he filled the sink with water and soap, scrubbing down his attire…
[Exit]
- Technique Stuff:
Nature Stacks: 4 + 1 = 5 Nature Stacks.
TOTLA WC: 3118 + 933 = 4051
Total Word Count = 4051.
Claiming:
35 Vigor.
5 Speed.
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t22305-body-flicker-v7 [500/500] D Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45245-v7-tree-climbing-surface-walking-technique [250/250] E Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45238-v7-clone-technique [250/250] E Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t42892-sticky-paper-adhesive-technique-d-rank [500/500] D Rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t40736-sage-art-sensoryrevamp [2500/2500]
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t46047-lariat-v7 [51/2500]
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