Throw Wide the Gates[Open]

The blush of red took over the face of the Hatake. The words of Yuuma left him both perplexed and embarrassed as he noticed one of the females looking over in his direction - Yuuma and his to be more precise. “Cut it out, you’re embarrassing me, Yuuma.” He would admit, glancing over to Ban who seemed disgusted by what she overheard between the two. 

Tsuna suddenly picked up on a presence. His attention was placed elsewhere as his facial expression would without a doubt grasp the attention of Yuuma. The indigo eyes of the boy darts from each head until he came to a stop on a boy... stepping from a carriage. This boy’s chakra was a bit different than the rest, it was...odd a bit too powerful for a Genin, yet something about it was not quite understandable to him. Tsuna would raise a brow as the boy looked around “A sensor?” He spoke lowly. It was at that moment he knew that his armor was working. But how exactly did he pick up on that? His eyes would fall on the eyes of Yuuma “Yuuma...” His tone of voice shifted - more focused, cautious. “That guy over there, something is off about him. I don’t know what exactly, but be cautious. I’ll stay over here, you go address him.” Tsuna keeping his eyes in all that was around him, even taking notice of Seto speaking with another  who had an equally eerie presence to him. Tsuna was beginning to feel somewhat out of place - there was a lot of heavy hitters visiting the village. 

He would notice the carriage of another visitor arriving. From it merged a mountain of a man. Tsuna couldn’t help but gulp and form a sense of inadequacy. Thinking to himself exactly how big is too big for a shinobi? The genin motioned.  The man was going on in a dramatic boast of youth and strength of Sunagakure which told him that this was a shinobi of the sand. Possibly one of their Jounin...in the midst of his pose the man would find that there was a 16 year old silver haired boy with deep blue eyes looking up at him. Clad in armor only the finest of ryo could afford. Tsuna had a animated cringe expression on his face after witnessing the display of this man’s bravado in the form of poses. Rapid blinks and awkward staring was what he was rewarded. “Uh... Yes, um, can I help you with anything, sir?” Tsuna inquired from 2 meters away. 

[wc 427]
[total WC 987]

Ishimaru paid no mind to Tsuna. He wasn’t in any position to listen with the Yuumei churning within him. He had never felt this feeling before because he didn’t know much about his heritage. He was the only one of his family that had something like this... this power within him so when it spoke within his mind he actually removed the filter on his mind,” There is one of your kin- your actual kin here,” the mental words were exchanged until one started walking toward him. His amber eyes looked toward the sun kissed skin male and while a smile had been absent on his face since his debut in the Bloodworks, one slowly crept upon his face.

As he was spoken to, the light of his meigan flickered inside of his hood, visible only to the man in front of him but it was definitely there....he knew now. The exchange between the two was brief but now Ishimaru had a different objective within this village now. To find out what he didn’t about his own clan and further more.. to see if there was more power than his Yuumei Persona didn’t relay to him. Walking into the village he would take one last look at Seto before returning his gaze forward.

[Exit, will make claims later]

As Raleth Sarutobi finished his pose and began to haul his Tea Cart toward the line, the gate guard in front of him, a young, silver haired boy, asks if he needs help with anything. The immense shinobi beams, and approaches the young guard: taking note of the armor he wears and the blade that's sheathed near his person. From its handle, he can see it has been used many times, by one skilled with a blade. Raleth smirks, being reminded of his friend and rival, a great swordsman from the sand village, Zaine. Because of their many spars, Raleth can see the tell-tale signs of a bukijutsu user. As he comes close, he notes the Hoshigakure headband on the armor-clad, silver-haired swordsman.

Perhaps he's a participant in the Exams? He has quite a mind, he's been able to see his competition before the first round has begun!!

Smoke wisps from the bowl in his pipe as he smiles, Raleth addresses the Hoshi genin.

"Indeed!" thrums the ashen-haired shinobi's voice, "my name is Raleth Sarutobi! I am a jounin of Sungakure, and have traveled here to participate and oversee in the Chuunin Exams! As well, I myself am a wonderful brewer of tea, and wish to sell my Monkey Brews and wares in your village's markets!"

Raleth steps to the side, displaying the Monkey's Uncle Tea Cart. He uncovers one of the boiling pots, that sweet and tangy aroma tickles the nostrils of all who surround. The immense tea-seller pours two mugs of tea, one for Yuuma and one for Tsuna, and offer it to them.

"You both look like you need a break! My brew is just what you need. No need for payment, it's on the house. Just let people know you got it from the Monkey's Uncle!"

Raleth hands the mugs of brew to the two gate guards. If accepted, the two would be treated to a wonderfully delicious experience, where citrus-spiced and honeyed tea would trickle down their throat and nourish their bodies. The exhaustion from their day, the stress from being gate guards, would ebb away as the tea warmed their spirits. As they drink, or if they refuse, Raleth would brandish his Shinobi ID card, so that all information can be verified. As well, if any documents are presented, he will sign as needed, and is even willing to sign any permits needed to sell his wares in Hoshi.

As he signs, he a familiarly strange presence walks past him. Raleth looks up, to see a green haired leaf Genin. Something about him seems familiar, yet the Sarutobi cannot trace it. Though, he shivers, as if he's met the strange boy in a very cold place. The sudden sound of a sword being drawn has Raleth turn around, and he sees a shark-skinnned boy brandishing an impressive blade.

Interesting...

Raleth catches his name Hoshigaki. His eyes linger for a second, before returning to sign his documents.

If nothing else, Raleth would begin to haul his cart to the main gate, turning to the silver-haired swordsman.

"I look forward to our next meeting, swordsman of Haven Country!"

Raleth hauls his cart into Hoshigakure and heads straight to the market: to set up his stall.

(Potential Exit)
(504/1263)

Exit Claims, 25% Max Stat Discount, 1209

• Spirit Gun 563/563
  
• Water Style: Typhoon Lance 710/3750
  

Murata merely raises an amused eyebrow at Gonk, stepping forward to provide her identification and get her team into the village and to their lodgings. It's been a long trip, and she's eager to get some rest.


WC: 37
TWC: 1054
Putting all wordcount into finishing Sensory Bloodhound with max stat discount, prev. trained here (453 + 1054 = 1507, discarding remaining wc)

Suddenly the drums of his ears felt like they were under the cry of a siren. He immediately covered them as he gave the Sarutobi a painful glare, somewhat annoyed even. Tsuna would hold up a single finger - pausing the man when he started to speak. The Hatake would release a sign that was decorated by his near deafening experience. Shaking his head, he would take note that he was indeed wearing his headband. “Huh? When did I put that on? Silly me, I must have done so on my way her from the hospital.” He paused, removing the band as there was no need considered the cloth over his armor bared his village symbol already. Tucking the band away in the pouch behind him. He would gesture for the behemoth of a man to continue. At which he learned his name and validation of the village he represented. “Is he always this over the top? His voice alone is a weapon, I’m nearly loosing my equilibrium standing near him. Goodness!” He thought to himself. Tsuna then gauged the display of profit that the Sarutobi had to offer to the village. With a somewhat lax expression - raised brow would follow a side eye. “Monkey... Brew... Tea...? That’s, uh, some name for an establishment if you don’t mind my saying, hahaha.” Though his words were somewhat accepting, deep down in his mental he was screaming “those poor monkeys!” Immediately Raleth was pictured as a sweatshop master with many helpless monkeys chained to a table brewing tea. It was safe to say that Tsuna didn’t trust this one. 


He would accept the drink that was poured for him, not willing to refuse anything from this mountain of a man. The boy was a bit intimidated by this brute and his voice made him feel like his head was moments from exploding. The beverage was actually delicious. So much so that Tsuna finished his cup, slight sting from the heat aside, he felt really good. “Thank you, o mighty monkey slave master, Raleth. It was delicious! You may enter... uh, just do me a favor and steer clear from the churches, won’t you? You will cause a ruckus.” He asked with a smile and closed eyes. Innocently at that, he would take note of the Hoshigaki and his blade. Immediately the eyes of the boy narrowed as he took focus. “That is quite the sword... rather barbaric, yet the way he wields it tells me that he’s not quite comfortable with it yet. That speaks volumes to me and any other shinobi of the sword. He boasts it, yet he’s green. Better off calling it a butter knife in his hands. ” He thought, giving the Hoshigaki a light smile. Also hoping that this ashen haired man doesn’t go and try to steal that monkey of his. 


He noticed the female gave the Hoshigaki a raised brow before presenting her identity card. She was clearly not amused by his display - Tsuna couldn’t blame her for her lack of gratitude for it. “I wonder... is this what all Kiri shinobi are like, or is it just that one? ” He thought, softly giggling as he turned to inspect how Yuuma was fairing with that other Sunagakure shinobi. 

[WC 546]
[Total WC 1,533]

It had been a long day. Yuuma had seen many new faces and greeted many of what was certain to be his opposition through the gates of his own village. Despite the nerves that had been built over interacting with so many potentially powerful figures from foreign lands, Yuuma was feeling invigorated. But his job was not done just yet. There were still a few more people to help out before he swapped out his position for the guard that would take his place for the remainder of the day. Most of the delegation from other nations had arrived, however, and he could tell the traffic was beginning to slow. Tsuna had expressed his embarrassment in Yuuma’s regards, but something about the older Genin just couldn’t help himself; Tsuna was almost like the little brother he had never had, and the temptation to get him riled was too great to pass up. He wouldn’t linger on the boy’s discomfort for long, nodding to him when he excused himself to see to an approaching shinobi he had pegged to be remarkable in some manner. Tsuna had a knack for picking up on things Yuuma didn’t, so the older Genin gave his younger companion no further pause than a pat on the back as he made his way towards the man. In the distance, he caught his name being called from the gate and turned to see Page who had raised his voice to reach out to him and inform him of his departure. A few loudly spoken facts about the farmlands of Suna had Yuuma grinning wide, thankful that the man hadn’t missed the Hoshi ninja’s curiosity, though finding it amusing nonetheless that he thought to fill him in at such a distance. “Funny guy,” Yuuma would think to himself. He didn’t have any parting words to offer Page, instead opting for a high-raised thumbs up to show he was game for that if they could manage to find the time.

Collecting himself, Yuuma would turn to find a man approaching with a pair of horses, and another on foot. Seto had finished his business with the other entrant and seemed to be attending to the man on foot, which means the last transaction of the day would be left to Yuuma as he approached the white-maned beasts and the rider of the carriage pulled along behind it. By the time Yuuma was within speaking distance, the carriage had already departed leaving behind a young man with a rather odd sense of apparel. All the same, Yuuma wore that friendly smile and offered a polite bow of the head from a comfortable distance. “Good evening. I hope your travel was quick and easy. Name and village you represent, please?” Taking the well-used parchment from beneath his arm, and scratched down the information that was offered to him before withdrawing a slip from his robe and likewise filling it out before handing the slip back to the boy. “Here is your visitor’s pass; it will mark you as a visitor to our village. Please do your best to keep it with you. Welcome to Hoshigakure, and best of luck in the exams.” Yuuma offered another polite bow of the head before turning to take his leave. Normally he would have liked to have stayed and socialized a bit further, but the day was beginning to wear on him.

Seto had met with a man who went by the name “Ghost”, taking on his information and likewise handing him a visitors slip though with remarkably less enthusiasm than the last boy he had assisted were such a thing even possible. Seto likewise made his way back to the gate and would fold his arms, content to continue taking on the gate duty he had been assigned and giving any that passed him a stern eye and a curt nod. There was no challenge or disrespect; only the gaze of a man who would rather be drinking than shaking hands.

Yuuma let out a whistle from his position- a short series of three chirps that sent a tune into the distance, and from the top of the gate, the owl that had been perched would take flight, ascending to a couple of hundred feet to do a circle around the entrance before beginning to make his way towards the village. Archimedes would meet up with him later- for now, his job had been completed. Joining up with Tsuna, Yuuma would pat him on the back once more. “I think that is everyone,” he grinned, continuing to walk the both of them back towards the gate. “Come on, let’s turn in this paper I got and go get some food. Test is tomorrow- gotta make sure we are clear of mind and focused.” Their conversation would continue as the both of them walked through the gates of Hoshi and back towards the main part of the village.


WC- 821
TWC- 6,451

[Exit.]

Claims:

Yuuma Claims:

Archimedes Claims:

Lilac eyes strayed seemingly lazily onto a male don by robes of short nature. The Hyuuga found his choice of attire somewhat questionable, but no more than that of his own as he glanced over himself once before listening to what was inquired of him. From the depths of his left pocket he retrieved an identification card as he showed it to the guard - though his eyes were keen and perceptive, this was no mere guard...a participant perhaps? Souji found the man’s tactic to be clever, foolproof. However, he couldn’t help but find that to be a tad foolhardy all within the same breath. “Hyuuga, Souji. Sunagakure. ” He replied. Retrieving the pass given to him for his visitation. Heeding the words appropriately. “Yeah, whatever...” He began his stride to enter the village. As he did so he glanced over to one of the shinobi. Thinking nothing of it as he entered. 

Exit - entering Hoshigakure no Sato 
[WC 153]
[Total WC 677]

Claiming 13 AP Max stat discount

After getting his paperwork checked by the guards at the gate, Kita gave a single nod before heading in. Nobody seemed to be paying the boy any special attention, which suited him just fine. With Gonk taking center stage of their group, the young boy was able to slip into the village without any further incident.

Word Count - 56

Total Word Count - 928

Exit Claims:

The member 'Kita Hajime' has done the following action : Roll Dice/Flip Coin

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