The sound of the bustling underbelly of Kumo is music to the ear of any who had no idea what music was. Yelling, cursing, the heavy clanging and crashed of citizens doing hard manual labor, the occasional *crack*, *thud*, or *Boom* of a ninjutsu. This, with all its flaws, was Cronopolis. This was Ryuichi's home.
The newly-appointed sage walks down the streets with their hands casually resting in their pockets. Their crimson eyes looking ahead in the litter-filled streets, and black boots crunching away at food wrappers and glass at Ryuichi's feet cause their presence to be known. And yet, not one person approaches them. No muggers, no beggars, not even a stray kunai coming from an alleyway. Because the people here knew of Ryuichi. They were almost like a bedtime story that some could tell their kids at night, lest they capture and gobble up whoever they can...of course, this was silly.
Truthfully, this was because Ryuichi had made a habit of breaking, or severing the hands of anyone who committed crimes within Cronopolis within their sight with....relative ease. Thieves and murderers must not be allowed to continue their crimes, after all.
But eventually, someone did approach Ryuichi. A young boy, holding a plastic Kunai from another district in the city. "U-uhm.... Ghost-san." The boy says, as Ryuichi's crimson eyes shift to them. They seem a bit nervous with recently cut black hair, and brown eyes filled with determination. "You saved my mother, a few months ago...thank you." The boy says, holding up their toy Kunai. "I'll get plenty strong! So I can help people too!"
Ryuichi only chuckles and holds out a hand. The boy flinches as Ryuichi's hand gets closer, fearing for their life until...
"Then become strong. Keep your eyes on a goal, and stick to it no matter what the world has to throw at you." Ryuichi says, rubbing the top of the young boy's head before handing him a *real* Kunai.
"Here. Use this to practice your throwing, be sure to be VERY careful with it. You can have it resharpened up town for a few Yen."
The boy accepts the tool of death with wide eyes, dropping his toy and letting the sound of its plastic *CLACK* against the concrete. "And throw away the old one. Littering isn't a good habit."
With that, Ryuichi goes along their way once more, with no particular destination in mind. This was simply where the youth liked to wander when their mind troubled them...
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The newly-appointed sage walks down the streets with their hands casually resting in their pockets. Their crimson eyes looking ahead in the litter-filled streets, and black boots crunching away at food wrappers and glass at Ryuichi's feet cause their presence to be known. And yet, not one person approaches them. No muggers, no beggars, not even a stray kunai coming from an alleyway. Because the people here knew of Ryuichi. They were almost like a bedtime story that some could tell their kids at night, lest they capture and gobble up whoever they can...of course, this was silly.
Truthfully, this was because Ryuichi had made a habit of breaking, or severing the hands of anyone who committed crimes within Cronopolis within their sight with....relative ease. Thieves and murderers must not be allowed to continue their crimes, after all.
But eventually, someone did approach Ryuichi. A young boy, holding a plastic Kunai from another district in the city. "U-uhm.... Ghost-san." The boy says, as Ryuichi's crimson eyes shift to them. They seem a bit nervous with recently cut black hair, and brown eyes filled with determination. "You saved my mother, a few months ago...thank you." The boy says, holding up their toy Kunai. "I'll get plenty strong! So I can help people too!"
Ryuichi only chuckles and holds out a hand. The boy flinches as Ryuichi's hand gets closer, fearing for their life until...
"Then become strong. Keep your eyes on a goal, and stick to it no matter what the world has to throw at you." Ryuichi says, rubbing the top of the young boy's head before handing him a *real* Kunai.
"Here. Use this to practice your throwing, be sure to be VERY careful with it. You can have it resharpened up town for a few Yen."
The boy accepts the tool of death with wide eyes, dropping his toy and letting the sound of its plastic *CLACK* against the concrete. "And throw away the old one. Littering isn't a good habit."
With that, Ryuichi goes along their way once more, with no particular destination in mind. This was simply where the youth liked to wander when their mind troubled them...
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