Continued From: A Brand, A Part
The rhythmic sound of a horse’s hooves trotting along the paved streets of the hidden leaf was a simple melody that often accompanied Kaji on his adventures. It was evening, and street lamps guided their path as Kaji and his apprentice Yama made their way through the heart of the village, riding horseback on the gallant steed, Kukki. The chocolate-hued mare’s hide sheened in the low evening light; her physique was beautiful and powerful, and did not tire despite delivering her shinobi riders from one end of the Leaf to many others. In the course of a few hours, Kaji and Yama had gone from the training field to the forest of death, then back to the medical corps to drop off the corpse, and were now back uptown, on course to their next destination.
“That’s a good girl” he was thanking his steed for her service as they arrived outside of a lantern-lit shrine, in a quiet neighborhood. Kukki came to a slow stop, and Kaji eagerly dismounted first. He ushered his apprentice to come along, and promised Kukki a well-deserved meal for her trouble. He then waived the loyal steed off, and Kukki vanished in an explosive burst of steam that emanated from the rift created by her reversed summoning. And as the steam cleared, Kaji started towards the shrine, where their contact would be found.
Long stairs separated the shrine from the street level, and the design of the aged building seemed to be as old as time itself. It was crafted from wood with a vintage design, and appeared to be well-kept for such an old establishment. The entrance of the building seemed quiet and empty, after all it was around dinner time, and most of the patrons were gone for the day. “Do you have those hand-scythes?” Kaji checked with Yama. He placed the pair of blades in the student’s care before they ever departed from the field where they apprehended Shikamatsu, and now, the duo were referring to a poison expert known to frequent this very shrine. “Once we are in there Yama, do keep the seriousness of this situation in mind.” Those were words of warning from the master to his apprentice. “Until we know exactly what we’re up against, consider it safe to assume that anyone besides the two of us, and our medic friend could be fraternizing with the Scorpions. Groups like this cannot gain a seat in the Leaf without having insiders who can pull strings for them.”
The duo arrived at the entrance of the shrine, and were enveloped in the rustic charm of what was possibly the village’s oldest site, even predating the Hokage Monument. The sensei paused suddenly, if only to regain his composure before rushing into the shrine with his pupil in tow. “What a day, huh?” He glanced to Yama, and revealed a pack of chewing gum with a red label and fiery text. He took a strip of gum from the pack, and offered Yama the pack, in case he felt the urge of hunger or stress. “I used to smoke” he admitted evenly, “but my old girl at the time didn’t like it. Akuha. After she quit me, I quit smoking... figured maybe some change was needed, after all.” He then blew an expert-sized bubbled, and shrank it back into his mouth without exploding it on his face. So expert, very Kaji, much wow . “Gum doesn’t compare to a dunsai high, but it helps with the stress well enough.”
It seemed as if an empty of moment of chewing passed, taking up an indeterminable amount of seconds and minutes until Kaji was as lax on the inside as he was out. “Having a stress coping mechanism is important shit” he lectured. “I chew gum because that’s how I find my happy place. Regardless of how tough you are, we all stress out… There’s a league of assassins looking for us right now, so stress is a given.” He kept chewing until the flavor died, and he then tossed the morsel into a bush off to the side of the entrance. “That’s the most useful thing I’ll tell you today, kid. Even more important than morality… or will… or loyalty. You better ride the bull, or the bull will ride you. Deal or be dealt with.” And that was all for their little pow wow, or so Kaji figured. “Understand?”
The rhythmic sound of a horse’s hooves trotting along the paved streets of the hidden leaf was a simple melody that often accompanied Kaji on his adventures. It was evening, and street lamps guided their path as Kaji and his apprentice Yama made their way through the heart of the village, riding horseback on the gallant steed, Kukki. The chocolate-hued mare’s hide sheened in the low evening light; her physique was beautiful and powerful, and did not tire despite delivering her shinobi riders from one end of the Leaf to many others. In the course of a few hours, Kaji and Yama had gone from the training field to the forest of death, then back to the medical corps to drop off the corpse, and were now back uptown, on course to their next destination.
“That’s a good girl” he was thanking his steed for her service as they arrived outside of a lantern-lit shrine, in a quiet neighborhood. Kukki came to a slow stop, and Kaji eagerly dismounted first. He ushered his apprentice to come along, and promised Kukki a well-deserved meal for her trouble. He then waived the loyal steed off, and Kukki vanished in an explosive burst of steam that emanated from the rift created by her reversed summoning. And as the steam cleared, Kaji started towards the shrine, where their contact would be found.
Long stairs separated the shrine from the street level, and the design of the aged building seemed to be as old as time itself. It was crafted from wood with a vintage design, and appeared to be well-kept for such an old establishment. The entrance of the building seemed quiet and empty, after all it was around dinner time, and most of the patrons were gone for the day. “Do you have those hand-scythes?” Kaji checked with Yama. He placed the pair of blades in the student’s care before they ever departed from the field where they apprehended Shikamatsu, and now, the duo were referring to a poison expert known to frequent this very shrine. “Once we are in there Yama, do keep the seriousness of this situation in mind.” Those were words of warning from the master to his apprentice. “Until we know exactly what we’re up against, consider it safe to assume that anyone besides the two of us, and our medic friend could be fraternizing with the Scorpions. Groups like this cannot gain a seat in the Leaf without having insiders who can pull strings for them.”
The duo arrived at the entrance of the shrine, and were enveloped in the rustic charm of what was possibly the village’s oldest site, even predating the Hokage Monument. The sensei paused suddenly, if only to regain his composure before rushing into the shrine with his pupil in tow. “What a day, huh?” He glanced to Yama, and revealed a pack of chewing gum with a red label and fiery text. He took a strip of gum from the pack, and offered Yama the pack, in case he felt the urge of hunger or stress. “I used to smoke” he admitted evenly, “but my old girl at the time didn’t like it. Akuha. After she quit me, I quit smoking... figured maybe some change was needed, after all.” He then blew an expert-sized bubbled, and shrank it back into his mouth without exploding it on his face. So expert, very Kaji, much wow . “Gum doesn’t compare to a dunsai high, but it helps with the stress well enough.”
It seemed as if an empty of moment of chewing passed, taking up an indeterminable amount of seconds and minutes until Kaji was as lax on the inside as he was out. “Having a stress coping mechanism is important shit” he lectured. “I chew gum because that’s how I find my happy place. Regardless of how tough you are, we all stress out… There’s a league of assassins looking for us right now, so stress is a given.” He kept chewing until the flavor died, and he then tossed the morsel into a bush off to the side of the entrance. “That’s the most useful thing I’ll tell you today, kid. Even more important than morality… or will… or loyalty. You better ride the bull, or the bull will ride you. Deal or be dealt with.” And that was all for their little pow wow, or so Kaji figured. “Understand?”
- WC: 736
- Kaji entered the thread.
- Requesting Yama and Hakuren
- Open, within reason