Joukuu was annoyed to say the least. Yesterday had gone astonishingly bad for one of his first active days back in Kumogakure. The man had been assigned a simple class that he had made up basically on the spot, only to have the student who was supposed to attend the private lesson no show it. Of course the senior ANBU captain was left rather annoyed to the point that he had used his abilities to track down the child to a gathering in a forest he had long since left.
Joukuu had found the boy being accosted by a group of people he did not recognize. Joukuu had hoped that retrieving the boy would just have been as easy as showing his emblem and just leaving with him, but to his dismay he was stopped and barred from leaving claiming to be the protector of a forest. Inside Joukuu found it funny because when he spent his youth in the village, the forest was open to everyone training and clans and people lived it freely. Now though it seemed like it was owned. How timed changed the village.
Time though was the only thing that the dirty blonde thirty-seven year old ANBU captain was important. Here again waiting in the same auditorium seating class room which he had learned his first lessons on his path to being a trained and paid killer, Joukuu sat now in front of the of the class room behind a large wooden desk. He was leaning back on the two wooden hind legs of the chair he was in swaying a bit with his leather brown boots on the desk. In front of him next to his boots on the desk, was a bouncing and bucking black metal box with a large chain wrapping around it. However, Joukuu seemed to pay no heed to it as he looked down to his wrist and checked the time.
Joukuu was dressed in the same gear he had been when he had met the group earlier. The slim cut leather jacket however was on a coat hanger revealing the bright lightning yellow t-shirt he had on underneath it and what looked to be a black thermal shirt that went all the way down his arms beneath it. His skinny acid wash jeans were over the top of his leather boots going half way down the high cut top. He even still had on the light purple scarf that covered his pale pink lips. Humming some, and tapping on the hilt of the ancient looking sword around his waist, the man waited starting to get annoyed with this boy’s tardiness. Raiden help him if I have to track him down again. Joukuu thought.
Joukuu had found the boy being accosted by a group of people he did not recognize. Joukuu had hoped that retrieving the boy would just have been as easy as showing his emblem and just leaving with him, but to his dismay he was stopped and barred from leaving claiming to be the protector of a forest. Inside Joukuu found it funny because when he spent his youth in the village, the forest was open to everyone training and clans and people lived it freely. Now though it seemed like it was owned. How timed changed the village.
Time though was the only thing that the dirty blonde thirty-seven year old ANBU captain was important. Here again waiting in the same auditorium seating class room which he had learned his first lessons on his path to being a trained and paid killer, Joukuu sat now in front of the of the class room behind a large wooden desk. He was leaning back on the two wooden hind legs of the chair he was in swaying a bit with his leather brown boots on the desk. In front of him next to his boots on the desk, was a bouncing and bucking black metal box with a large chain wrapping around it. However, Joukuu seemed to pay no heed to it as he looked down to his wrist and checked the time.
Joukuu was dressed in the same gear he had been when he had met the group earlier. The slim cut leather jacket however was on a coat hanger revealing the bright lightning yellow t-shirt he had on underneath it and what looked to be a black thermal shirt that went all the way down his arms beneath it. His skinny acid wash jeans were over the top of his leather boots going half way down the high cut top. He even still had on the light purple scarf that covered his pale pink lips. Humming some, and tapping on the hilt of the ancient looking sword around his waist, the man waited starting to get annoyed with this boy’s tardiness. Raiden help him if I have to track him down again. Joukuu thought.
