Ziren found himself feeling the fresh air of the wind against his face. He was at some hilly plains, with nothing to see for a few kilometers. He did see though, a small town. And from listening to the blood flow, even from so far away, he could hear fear and distress running through the blood.
He sighed. No rest for the wicked, he supposed. Ziren walked over to the small town, looking to see what was causing the troubles. And once he did, he found that everyone here did not want to talk with him. He saw fear in their eyes. No matter where he turned to, he was turned away.
He sighed, rounding the corner, thinking he was never going to find the root of the troubles, when he heard the blood flows near him. He knew instantly that it was that of someone who was very angry.
He looked in the direction of the blood flows and seen three men with bags of other people's stuff. Contemplating amongst themselves if whatever they found was worth anything or not.
Ziren made his hand seals, making a water whip appear in his hand, he lashed it out at the nearest goon, tying his hands together, he then threw the whip up and around a tree, suspending the guy up into the air and helpless.
With one out of the way, he made more hand seals and out another guy into a water prison. He had on hand on it to keep control of the binding justsu as the last thing came at him with a sword.
"Big mistake!" The dude yelled.
But Ziren wasn't going to allow that to happen. He dodged underneath his sword swing, blood coming out of his skin and forming on his hand, blood gauntlet, and punched the guy right into his gut, sending him flying into the tree that his buddy was hanging from. He listened to his blood flow. Knocked out. But still alive.
The fearful town's people came out of their houses to see the ruckus. All three men were tied up together with another water whip, and a note on one of their heads.
"Do with them what you want."
Ziren was out of the town by the time they done their punishments to the bandits. He had hoped to have a normal day of training, but it turned to be a weak test for him to know what he could already do.
He sighed. No rest for the wicked, he supposed. Ziren walked over to the small town, looking to see what was causing the troubles. And once he did, he found that everyone here did not want to talk with him. He saw fear in their eyes. No matter where he turned to, he was turned away.
He sighed, rounding the corner, thinking he was never going to find the root of the troubles, when he heard the blood flows near him. He knew instantly that it was that of someone who was very angry.
He looked in the direction of the blood flows and seen three men with bags of other people's stuff. Contemplating amongst themselves if whatever they found was worth anything or not.
Ziren made his hand seals, making a water whip appear in his hand, he lashed it out at the nearest goon, tying his hands together, he then threw the whip up and around a tree, suspending the guy up into the air and helpless.
With one out of the way, he made more hand seals and out another guy into a water prison. He had on hand on it to keep control of the binding justsu as the last thing came at him with a sword.
"Big mistake!" The dude yelled.
But Ziren wasn't going to allow that to happen. He dodged underneath his sword swing, blood coming out of his skin and forming on his hand, blood gauntlet, and punched the guy right into his gut, sending him flying into the tree that his buddy was hanging from. He listened to his blood flow. Knocked out. But still alive.
The fearful town's people came out of their houses to see the ruckus. All three men were tied up together with another water whip, and a note on one of their heads.
"Do with them what you want."
Ziren was out of the town by the time they done their punishments to the bandits. He had hoped to have a normal day of training, but it turned to be a weak test for him to know what he could already do.