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Flight of the Bumblebee [Private]
Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:22 pm
The wooden planks swished and creaked as people stepped across the bridge to Kumogakure. Among these tourists and shinobi as Katsura Uzumaki missing missing ninja. Not many people knew who he was, his existence was a mystery, just a silent person who nobody cared about nor worried about. How could someone so quiet and "shy" be harmful to them? Katsura walked along the bridge in his black cloak that went down to his feet. The heat of the cool sun was absorbed by the black cloak that went down to his feet. Another creak could be heard as Katsura stepped slowly across the planks of the suspended bridge, closing the distance between himself and the gates of Kumogakure. He looked up at the large building off in the distance, the building that was supposed to house the Raikage. Katsura sighed and continued along the bridge slowly, angering other people who shoved by impatiently. There was nobody who cared for him.
Katsura stopped at the gates of Kumogakure and caught his breath. It was a hot day today, and his cloak and the distance he'd walked were not helping at all. He reached into a cloak pocket and fiddled around with his knife as a man nearby shoved past and scowled at him. What jerks, he thought. No respect for anyone other than those close to them. Such conceited and selfish people in this cruel world. Katsura had nobody to love him, how was it fair people had to only be nice to those that were with them? It wasn't, but Katsura got over it. There was nobody who cared for him.
Katsura wandered around Kumogakure, having nothing to do at the moment. Children looked at him funny as he passed by, as if he were some old man in a clown suit that they wondered of whom was doing here. Katsura ignored them, the opinions of little ones who's knowledge could use a tune up was out of his care. They didn't know any better, they would soon though as they looked like they were old enough to soon enroll in the Ninja Academy. Katsura continued on, soon seeing a huge gray warehouse tower to his left. There weren't many people nearby, just a few shady looking people who looked like they might be just some wannabe thugs.
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Katsura stopped at the gates of Kumogakure and caught his breath. It was a hot day today, and his cloak and the distance he'd walked were not helping at all. He reached into a cloak pocket and fiddled around with his knife as a man nearby shoved past and scowled at him. What jerks, he thought. No respect for anyone other than those close to them. Such conceited and selfish people in this cruel world. Katsura had nobody to love him, how was it fair people had to only be nice to those that were with them? It wasn't, but Katsura got over it. There was nobody who cared for him.
Katsura wandered around Kumogakure, having nothing to do at the moment. Children looked at him funny as he passed by, as if he were some old man in a clown suit that they wondered of whom was doing here. Katsura ignored them, the opinions of little ones who's knowledge could use a tune up was out of his care. They didn't know any better, they would soon though as they looked like they were old enough to soon enroll in the Ninja Academy. Katsura continued on, soon seeing a huge gray warehouse tower to his left. There weren't many people nearby, just a few shady looking people who looked like they might be just some wannabe thugs.
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