It had been several hours since the crack of dawn that Keniwa had been pummelling his fists in to one tree, and as it would eventually break he would turn towards the other. '382, 383, 384, 385...' Although as he would continue he heard a small yet prominent ripping noise as if someone had unzip their jacket. Spinning round to analyse the area he would soon witness his own gloves had been the source, peering down at them each teared and battered he couldn't wear these anymore. Although his own mother had bought these for him for his 10th birthday as for preparation with him joining the academy, so this was not an easy moment for him. Slowly gripping the tattered leather as he carefully removed them from his hands he would clench the worn gloves in his fists, gazing down with tears beginning to fill his eyes, he was able to be vulnerable as he was alone in nature. Yet his sadness was short lived as he quickly wipes his eyes, pockets his gloves and runs off in to the village in search of a replacement. What he really wanted was to use the same gloves forever, but he knew if they had been repaired they would soon break yet again. An upgrade was in order.
Keniwa scanned the streets of the village gazing inwards at several shops and markets that sold all sorts of shinobi weapons and training gear, yet the young Kyoujouran could not find anything that suited his mark exactly. Swords were not quite right, he had absolutely no idea how to wield one effectively, and whilst he could use kunai's they wouldn't make a complete weapon or lend any use for keeping his hands proper and safe. He had almost completely lost hope at finding anything that he could use, almost dragging his feet across the ground as a small pout would slowly appear on the bottom of his face. Beginning to make his way home in defeat he would see a man in a large trench coat offering to sell niche gadgets and gizmos to passerbys. However many rejected him whilst pinching their noises and making many under handed comments as they avoided him the best they could.
Keniwa scanned the streets of the village gazing inwards at several shops and markets that sold all sorts of shinobi weapons and training gear, yet the young Kyoujouran could not find anything that suited his mark exactly. Swords were not quite right, he had absolutely no idea how to wield one effectively, and whilst he could use kunai's they wouldn't make a complete weapon or lend any use for keeping his hands proper and safe. He had almost completely lost hope at finding anything that he could use, almost dragging his feet across the ground as a small pout would slowly appear on the bottom of his face. Beginning to make his way home in defeat he would see a man in a large trench coat offering to sell niche gadgets and gizmos to passerbys. However many rejected him whilst pinching their noises and making many under handed comments as they avoided him the best they could.
However this only filled Keniwa with a sense of curiosity, he casted the crystal eye jutsu as he sulked in to a side alley with the crystal eye being slightly behind the man so he could get a few glimpses of what he had to offer, and as soon as he opened up his trench coat to offer the next poor victim who was treated to the mans horrible stench. That was when he saw it. Two exoskeleton of hands hanging off the inside would slightly flail in to his field of view from the jutsu's vision. Instantaneously Keniwa would drop the jutsu and run straight towards the man with yen in his hand instantly buying the pair without a second thought. The mans exit however was even quicker than the exchange, as one look and his supplier had vanished without a trace, yet this was insignificant to him. Alone these exoskeletons would make horribly and rigid weapons but with some handy work they could become amazing tools which can be repaired if ever broken.
Swiftly making his way to the academy library, after buying several supplies which could possibly be used to create his new metallic gloves, blowing almost all of his savings, he instantly attempted to get to work on his new soon to be signature weapon. Yet this quickly became an optimistic dream as he was soon face to face with the reality that he had absolutely no clue what he was doing. He had purchased several electronic chips, several small metallic sheets, a hammer, nails and several other random bits and bobs. Even a blueprint to help him make his new weapon. But alas his skillset never fell under anything of the sort. As he sat once again defeated with one of his palms on his forehead with the other gazing down at the waste of money, another student would sit across from him on the same table currently working on a small gadget using a screwdriver. The curly haired academy student carried a small grin as he was eagerly working and happy in his own company.
WC: 725
Swiftly making his way to the academy library, after buying several supplies which could possibly be used to create his new metallic gloves, blowing almost all of his savings, he instantly attempted to get to work on his new soon to be signature weapon. Yet this quickly became an optimistic dream as he was soon face to face with the reality that he had absolutely no clue what he was doing. He had purchased several electronic chips, several small metallic sheets, a hammer, nails and several other random bits and bobs. Even a blueprint to help him make his new weapon. But alas his skillset never fell under anything of the sort. As he sat once again defeated with one of his palms on his forehead with the other gazing down at the waste of money, another student would sit across from him on the same table currently working on a small gadget using a screwdriver. The curly haired academy student carried a small grin as he was eagerly working and happy in his own company.
WC: 725
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