An Extension of Yourself

mission details:

The city square was as it always was, bathed in a brilliant sun and bustling with buyers, sellers, shoppers and wanderers. On this bright day and in this busy place, the indigo robed Uchiha, Monsoon, would find himself in a shadowed alleyway between his famly's home and the city square, unable to move forward. Try as he might, the noble inclinations and proclivities borne from his pureblood clashed with the folksy, friendly, and loud natures of the commonfolk of Hoshigakure. Dare he attempt to allow these peddlers and yeomen to tarnish the silk that drapes his regal form? Would they see his garments, and assume he had wares to sell? Or would they know of his ancestry, and beg, nay demand, for some recompense to dissuade their own meek and meager lives?

Thus, Monsoon, though noble, was stuck in place by anxiety. As he reflexively clenched his fists, the paper in his hand audibly crumpled. It was his assignment, the missive sent to his home from the Hogokage. Though he had already read it, as if to help steady his will, he unrolled the scroll. His eyes drifted toward the bottom, to the name next to the seal of his Kage: Zraix Hoshimura.

He turned to the bright limestone of his village, its white stone it reminded him of the man whose hair was like moonlight. As the memories of their exchange fluttered behind his eyes, his spirt roared into life, reminding him of the cage his current ability is confined in. Perhaps that's why, when lost in his thoughts, his body moved on its own and placed him in front of a shop, with a bright colored sign spelling, Kata-Kun's Krazy Katana's.

[281 WC]

Monsoon walked through the door of the store, located in one of the building's that neighbored the square. As he walked in, he was greeted by a gravely, enthusiastic voice.

"Ah, you must be the shinobi 'raix tol' me abou'! Name's Ka'a, but you can call me Shor'y!"

Monsoon looked around to find the source of this strange voice. Before scanning left, right, and up, Monsoon found the source, and the face, of Kata. A brawny, bald fellow who came up to Monsoon's waste, with a beard the color of fire. Though his arms were massive, the most notable thing about the owner of this armament store was his bald head, as it perfectly reflected the light, like a polished mirror. Monsoon stuttered in his introduction, taken aback by the manner and look of this fellow.

"Ah, yes-I'm the Genin assigned to your store." Monsoon bows in greeting , knowing that he represents Hoshigakure and the Hogogake in the moment and not himself. "Thank you for your generosity in this manner!," he says to the floor.

The gleaming headed Kata, known as Shorty, blinked in response, not expecting pleasant mannerisms to come out of this shinobi based on the reports. To break the air, Shorty waddled toward the bowing shinobi and gave him a firm clap on the back. Monsoon nearly leapt up in surprise, flabbergasted. Yet, upon looking on the expression of Shorty, his emotions calmed.

"Ease up Boyo, no need to be so formal. Take yer time at pickin' up yer weapon, the dummy is down the store. Choose wisely nah, I don't suffer fools."

Monsoon smiled at the curious Kata and did as he was told. Monsoon scanned the weapons that lined the walls, the shinobi standards like kunai, katana, paper bombs and the like. Yet, what struck him were the "exotic" weapons, axes, maces, hammers, and clubs. He would grab some, feel their weight and swing them in the air, taking care not to disturb the displays or the mannequins the lined the floors. The armors worn also contained the standard vests, as well as one of metal and leather of curious design. Unable to contain his curiosity, Monsoon voiced his internal question.

"Where do you get your weapons and armor?

A chortle bellowed from the front of the store, "Do ye mean the one shinobi wear?"

"No."

"I make 'em myself, there a forge near the back."

"Impressive!"

After a bit more time, Monsoon made his selection, one that brought a curious eye from Kata. Held in the shinobi's hand, was a katana. Unable to contain his curiosity, The fire-bearded Kata voiced his internal question.

"Are you sure about that?"

Monsoon looked at the blade, at his reflection, and spoke as if distant.

"Yes..."

[459/740]

He walked toward the back, to a small circuler area near the back of the door. The floor was of sand and gravel, which offered sturdy footing, and the area itself was 10 meteres in diameter. In its center was a crude dummy. It had one wooden leg, a sandbag torso and head, with wooden arms that gave it the resemblance of a T. Its face was concentric circles, brushed by crude red paint. It wore a metal helmet and pauldron less armor, it waited for someone to strike.

Monsoon stood a swords distance away and faced it squarely. He undid his slide off the sleeves of his robes, letting them fall to his waist. His scared, alabaster body startled Kata, who could not help but watch this shinobi attempt to use a katana. Monsoon steadily inhaled and closed his eyes, his haughty and awkward demeanor shifted, he seemed like a monk mediating. With a violent exhale, Monsoon's muscles expanded, oxygenated blood awakened their full strength. A white glow enveloped Monsoon's body, the sign that reality's realm strained to contained this extreme force

With katana still in hand, Monsoon took a form, what that was reminiscent of one Kata had seen before. He opened his eyes, and stared at the dummy with his Two-Tomoe sharingan. Using his fighting style, Monsoon attempts an observed bukijutsu, swinging his blade with 150 strength. Yet, because he was using a katana, he struck with his speed, which mean he only deal 13 damage to the dummy.

As the blade rebounded from the dummy, Monsooon's grip and stance, which was accustomed to Tai-jutsu, prevented the usual cushioning of momentum. As such, the impact force of the blade, having nowhere to go, caused the steel to shatter, to the dismay of the glowing Uchiha and to the ire of the observing shop owner.

"DO YE HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YE NEED TO HAVE DONE TO ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN! OUT!! OUT!! YE WILL NEVER CARRY A BLADE FROM THIS STORE AGAIN!!!!!"

Monsoon, already have been bowing in apology before the pieces of katana fell to the ground, obliged to the owner's request. As soon as he made it out, the door was shut violently.

Monsoon stood at the stoop of the store, contemplating what he learned. He re-robed himself, content with knowing the mission was completed. He sat in his left hip and hung his arms out, naturally allowing his palms to face the air.

"Dojyaaaan!"

[EXIT]

[410/1,150]

CLAIMING WC
150 Bonus AP totaling 750
400 WC going to Sharingan [3-Tomoe] [400/4500] (Max Stat Discount)

Approved