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Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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CRASH! BANG! BOOM! The Entrance of Karasu Isshin!

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"LOOK OUT!"

A mans voice echoed through the streets as what appeared to be a red bodysuit clad ninja come rolling down it balancing on a big wheel with a board on top of it. It looked as though some kind of cart accident had lead to a comical mishap. As he rushed down the street at break neck speeds, he seemed to have roughly 10% control of the makeshift single wheel skateboard. "ON YOUR LEFT!" he shouted to a passerby, hoping they'd get out of the way before he ran them down. Then a short distance earlier he hit a wall, as he didn't really have control it was only a matter of time before he hit something. The result was an almost comical body shaped hole in a wall. There was a moment of silence as he was nowhere to be seen, then a hand grabbed the end of the hole and he pulled himself out, a piece of wood lodged in his skull.

"Anyone smell toast? Oh..." he said calmly, reaching up and feeling the piece of debris, grabbing it and removing it, causing a blood spurt that would quit almost instantly, tossing it aside. "Well now I'm hungry."
 
Surutameni had been minding his own business for the better part of the day as he wandered the streets of the Grand Palais. Nothing had changed since he left, then again it really hadn't been that long ago, but he himself was different and everyone there eyed him with suspicion. He sighed and kept his eyes ahead of him, his hands dropping to fiddle idly with the hilts of the weapons on his sides. He had three swords, two katanas and one that was far larger, and had he still looked his age it would have been a comical sight for sure, but as it were now he looked to be fifteen in age and wore a set of black fighting robes. He posed a rather intimidating figure for most who did not know him. It didn't take long for a child that was not much younger in age to accidentally run into him and then bolt off after catching sight of the look within his eyes. He was not amused in the least. 'Tch... Whatever.'

A sound caught his attention, it was a loud crash and he dashed forward to go see what had caused it. Upon turning a corner he spotted a pile of rubble and an oddly shaped hole in the wall in front of it all. His gaze cast about to see if he could find who was responsible for the accident, and when he turned back, eyes narrowed in irritation, he saw a hand pop up and then a red-clad figure with a shard of wood stuck into his head. 'Figures...' He just about hissed at the man when he finally removed himself from the hole. ".....Really?" Suru was seriously unimpressed by this guy, it didn't matter that this person was older, he just seemed like a royal lunatic. The blood that spurted from the other's head almost hit him, the stream causing him to jump back before he was stained by it. He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away, not wanting to deal with this right now. No sir-ee, no, not at all.
 
"Hey pointy, do you know where I could get a pizza or some kind of sandwich, I recently had a big thought sticking out that I really wanted toast. But plain toast is boring!" he referred to the wood in his head as a thought. He would run up to the boy holding three swords on various parts of his body, as if he needed spares due to his slippery fingers. Then he'd drape his arm over the mans far shoulder, trying to pull him closer. "Also, would you like to join me? I need someone with as many knives as you to cut up all the food I'm going to eat!" he patted his stomach with his free hand. "Also, as a heads up. Rickety old wheels that come off of carts people TOTALLY weren't using and a piece of board does not make reliable transportation. Maybe if I use two wheels..." he said, stroking his chin with his free hand, assuming he hadn't been shoved away or some such by then.
 
This man was seriously grating on Surutameni's nerves. 'Pointy!? ... Just who does he think he is!?' He growled under his breath as the man's arm slung over his shoulders, his body instantly tense as he was touched. Suru's amber eyes snapped to the man, fury buring hot within them. "Do. Not. Touch. Me...." He snarled and spat the words out, syllable by syllable. "Got it?" His hands would tighten their grips on whatever weapon they fell on at this point. He did not have the patience nor the mood to deal with idiots. The fact that this maniac wanted him to follow him just so he could cut up his food with his family weapons only served to infuriate the boy more. "How DARE you...." He hissed as he stopped his movements forward and whirled on the man, one of the blades slipping from its scabbard as he brandished it before him, the tip lightly pressed upon the other's chest. "These are not knives you ungrateful...." He stopped and shook his head. "Nevermind. You are not worth my breath. Leave me alone." Suru closed his eyes as he sheathed the weapon and once more attempted to remove himself from this other Shinobi's presence. It was amazing to him that they would allow such clowns into the Academy at all.
 
"Do. Not. Touch. Me...."

He pulled away from Isshin's arm and brandished one of his weapons, pressing the tip to his chest. He threw his hands up rather dramatically, and flew backward as if he'd been shot, landing on his back. "You got me, I'm going down chief..." he said writhing on the ground then flopping feigning death with a BLEH noise. Then crickets chirped and he pushed up off the ground as the man was waking away, saying he wasn't worth the breath in his very lungs. Not the first time he'd heard such a thing. Though he was stubborn, one wouldn't get away without first finding him food! He had a hunger, and it needed to be sated!

"Wait wait wait, fooooood!" he said whiny at first, but then like a zombie at the end.
 
The idiot was still talking, even as Surutameni moved away, which caused the youth to roll his eyes. He continued forward not bothering to wait, his fighting gi gently moving around him. The fabric was loose and it allowed the youth free movement for the most part, and during fights, it would serve to mask a number of things he could do. He let out a rush of air, a rather exasperated sigh, and he stopped to turn back to the imbecilic man that was instant on following him. He was met by a very whiny and moaning plea for food. "Fine. Food. Just this once, and then you leave." Suru crossed his arms over his chest, his hair falling in his face as he did so.

He led the other shinobi away from his previous spot of wreckage as they hunted for food, truth be told Suru was a bit hungry. He grumbled to himself as they walked, he really didn't want to deal with someone new. Especially someone like this particular man, but he had to deal with him because he was under the impression that if he didn't humor the man's stomach then he would be dealing with him far more than he would like. Eventually they made it to the markets of the Grand Palais, surely that red-suited freak had been here earlier, but of course he wouldn't have gotten food then, and it irritated Suru greatly. The black haired boy took a breath and stuffed his right hand into his left sleeve, reaching for the pouch that held his yen. "So.. What do you want to eat...?" He paused a moment as he realized that he didn't know the other's name. He didn't want to know, but he had to at least try to be somewhat nice. "Also, I didn't catch your name. I am Takeshi, Surutameni. You may call me Suru if you wish."
 
He continued to follow, making this odd crab hand and walking next to Suru like some kind of zoidberg when suddenly the boy whipped around, as if in slow motion his clothes wafted by, light and free like a shampoo commercial or a commercial for fancy laundry soap. He needed to wash his clothes, he would get stuck in his head. But then it was interupted by his earlier thought of food, yes it must be had! "Fine. Food. Just this once, and then you leave."

YES!" he did fist bumps to himself, but also visible enough that everyone could see him, as if he'd conquered a mighty sand worm.

He continued on with the boy, whistling the food song as they walked, his mask over his face showing a slight imprint of his mouth as he did.

"Getting food, its so good, it make me...lewd!" his rhymes where not great, but this was a man who didn't really care if anything he said worked. He'd as soon spew nonsense about bananas being excellent weapons as he would have a serious conversation about the affairs of the world. It could be truly maddening, but he didn't really fear anything and when that happens, you tend to just let yourself go.

"So.. What do you want to eat...?"

He immediately took to the stalls, picking up what seemed like one of everything. Some he paid for, others he just took and put in the pile. Most of the stall owners where left in what can only be described as stunned silence. Then he went back to the center where he had left suru and dropped the food at his feet like some kind of animal that just fetched a rabbit or something. "Also, I didn't catch your name. I am Takeshi, Surutameni. You may call me Suru if you wish."

"My name is Karasu Isshin, you can call me maybe." he said, a joke he'd probably only get. "Nice to meet you pointy, sit and eat!" he said grabbing one of the various foods out of the pile, sitting on the ground and shoving it to his face, it smearing all over his mask. "Oh..." he lifted it slightly, his chin and mouth showing, tons of scars also adorned his bare flesh, probably why he wore the mask.

[MFT WC - 404]
 
Surutameni just shook his head at the antics of this ridiculous person he had run into. He really wasn't pleased in the least bit and that feeling was only pushed in an ever worsening direction with each obnoxious action.'Karasu Isshin... Someone to avoid. Noted.' The thought would flash through Suru's mind as he walked to each vendor that hadn't been paid and dropped some yen to each, covering whatever he himself wanted, as well whatever fee Isshin had managed to accumulate. He sighed and dropped himself down to his new found and rather irritating, companion's level. He remained crouched upon the balls of his feet while he slowly ate the few things he had picked up, his eyes slowly picking over the details of the other man.

He remained silent for a time, not wanting to really speak, although the fact that Isshin had mashed his food against his mask did cause the boy to chuckle quietly. Questions and prodding just weren't what Suru worked with, and once he was finished eating he stood and turned yet again to leave, something told him he wasn't going to be so lucky, but he told himself that if he kept trying eventually he would learn. "Okay, we ate..." he sighed, there was a serious amount of irritation in his voice, but maybe, just maybe he would give this whack-job a chance.
 
Not even the first bite.....

Hiruma groaned softly. Partly in pain, part unsatiated hunger, lots in anger. As he lifted his head, bits of debris fell from his hair in front of is face. His eyes focused through the dust and onto a broken bowl a few feet before him. The contents were scattered around the bowl and now flavored with not only the floor, but flecks of a broken wood. In his hand were a pair of broken chopsticks. The first meal he was about to have in over a day, ruined.

Hiruma craned his head behind him to see a hole in the wall roughly humanoid in form, right where his seat was seconds before. He turned just in time to see a glimpse of red fabric slip back outside. His eye twitched as he turned back to his ruined meal. The waitress who had finally shaken off her shock stepped back even further as Hiruma pushed himself off the floor. Dust and debris fell from his head and back as he straightened up and twisted his head to release a series of intimidating pops from his neck. He put a hand on the "hole" in the wall to step through, causing that piece to crumble to the ground. The light breeze outside felt a bit cool on his chest. He inhaled sharply, and found this chilly feeling was actually the liquid from his meal soaked in his clothes cooling down from the air. Hunger was bad enough, but the aroma of a ruined meal nearly made his blood boil.

He made his way into the street and into the direction where the remaining debris had fallen off the vile scoundrel had exited themselves. His eyes scanned the area before settling on someone sitting against a wall not to far off. The clothes they were wearing matched the same red hue he saw disappear through the hole earlier. Hiruma strode in their direction, calmly yet purposely. He could almost burn a hole in the man's head with his stare. Each step made him a bit surer that this was indeed the one who had transgressed such an abominable sin against his precious ramen.

"You. Are you the one responsible for that?" He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the hole in the back of the ramen shop as he closed the distance.
 
He sat there nomming the food into his face, wrappers and things flying left and right into a few separate piles behind him. Suru ate slowly, methodically. From what Isshin had learned from his time with the boy, he seemed to do all of that all the time. Never wasting a movement, always thinking, trying to adapt. If he had even the slightest lower tolerance for Isshin's bullshit, he would probably lash out and try to cut his head off or something. As he analyzed and caused a big mess, Suru finished eating, somehow faster than Isshin.

"Okay, we ate..."

"Awe, done already? What about desert? dessert? Let's eat sand on a banana!" he gave out a terrible idea for a confection. Before he could belt out one or two more, which would have obviously been genius, they where interrupted by a rather serious individual. It seemed sand bred people born from the salt mines as it where.

"You. Are you the one responsible for that?"

The man pointed behind him and down the incline to a building with a man sized hole in it, almost as if he'd just smashed through it. How dare he accuse him of such an act! He had no part in such shenanigans! Well...alright he did it, but he didn't want to take credit because it wasn't a cool pose. His body jerked into a position that could only be described as the cactuar pose.

"I tried to make it look like this, didn't quite work." he said flippantly. He could see the man had spilled something on himself, probably due to something he did. It was always something he did. He would stand upright, finally pulling his mask down to cover his hideous scars, puffing out his chest like a super villain and letting out a big overblown laugh.

"You thought you were going to enjoy whatever it is you were eating, BUT IT WAS ME ISSHIN, who enjoyed eating! MWAHA!" he struck a bodybuilder pose, to finish his bolstering.
 
Surutameni's eyes rolled at the suggested desert option. 'Sand on bananas, really? What sort of fool would think that up?' Oh wait the person who was the answer to his question was right in front of him. He spun back towards Isshin, and glared at him. "Dessert?" Suru blinked, and tried to think of the last time he had actually had dessert.

"I--" He was cut off rather abruptly by another person as he was about to agree to having something that wasn't just fuel for his energy, and his steely gaze turned upon the newcomer. He didn't appreciate being cut off in the least, and as the new person approached and accused the idiotic one of making him lose his lunch, Suru had had just about enough of it all. The antics that followed from Isshin just pushed him over the edge.

"Seriously? Do you even realize how AGGRAVATING you are?!" He was fuming, and the words were just about spat at the red-suit clad shinobi, he barely took a moment to pause and catch a breath before he rounded on the other. "And you... Just because you lost your lunch doesn't mean you need to go on a rampage to find this moron. Isn't it easier to just go buy something else to eat!?" Suru sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. "Anyway, accidents happen. Just let it go." He was fed up with it all, and today was supposed to be one of the few days where he could be alone. Alas, it had deteriorated into this barely manageable situation where he was stuck dealing with an idiot and someone who took things far too seriously. Though, he wasn't one to talk, but the difference was that he took his training and shinobi duties seriously, not his food.
 
Hiruma froze in place as the red-clad one proudly-no- defiantly admitted to the shenanigans. His eye twitched, trying to comprehend this person as they made an obnoxious pose. This one is definitely not right in the head... Before he could formulate a retort, the black robed young man he was with blew up first at the red guy, then at Hiruma himself. In a matter of seconds, his face changed from cold rage, to confusion to sheer astonishment. This guy had just told HIM to deal with the antics of his partner like it was nothing.

Hiruma squinted his eyes slightly as the black clad one told him to let it go. "I understand your friend might have a few screws loose here," his eyes turned to the one in red. "But denying a man his meal is a grievous sin." Giving a second look over of the red one gave him the feeling that little restitution would come of this situation, no matter how much his hunger edged him on. Finally he sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "You know, most even semi-normal people would at least offer up a freakin' apology." His hand dropped from his nose to point at the guy in red. "Then again, I get the impression you are a bit more....unique than most. What are your names?"
 
The guy who came in, in a big huff quickly diffused when Isshin made a fearless expletive out of himself. People where like bears, if you looked big enough it doesn't matter how big they are, they back down. He wasn't afraid of anything though, so that wasn't always true. He easily could have ended up with this mans much bigger fist through his chest.

"I understand your friend might have a few screws loose here,"

"I'm not a machine..." he took the saying literally, if only to goad the people more. He didn't know how to turn it off, sadly. He said something about messing up food being a sin and how he was suppose to get an apology, that word made him cock his head to the side in confusion. He'd never apologized before, and wasn't about to start now.

"Then again, I get the impression you are a bit more...."

He turned as Suru exploded. Suru went off into a rant, and instead of listening very carefully, his eyes went blank as he listened. He wasn't sure he heard Suru right.

"Blur bluh wha wha wha wha"

It was so hard to pay attention. He pulled a kunai out of his belt and pressed it into his temple to make the boring stop, only to hear the other guys voice break through just as the blade broke skin. He turned and pulled it out, a splurt of blood releasing onto the floor.

"...unique than most. What are your names?

"I'm the great Karasu Isshin, this is pointy." he pointed to Suru. He knew his name, he just refused to say it.
 
</B>Chapter 9: Gates of Hell<B>Act 7: The Slums of Jerusalem​
"Really!?" a female's voice rang through the air, reverberating off of the poorly built housing before the sounds of shuffling and umphs could be heard. After a moment of silence, the voice of 2 men could be heard shrieking in fear. "Let's get out of here, blokes! This bird is crazy!" one of the men said as him and his friend began to flee. After a moment, the two men ran across the district frantically, shouting curse words and praying to their makers at the same time. Before long, a body came careening towards them like a comet, only to crash into them, sending them flying in a rather cartoon-y, comic manner. The body seemed to be that of another man being hurled by someone.

Coming into view, the woman sighed for a moment. One of her most noticeable features is a bright red light oscillating from bright to dim coming from her left arm. She had tried to cover it up to where it doesn't become a nuisance, but unfortunately for her (and everyone within proximity of her) she was stuck with looking at that annoyance, leaving nothing but light pollution everywhere. It really was starting to effect her sleep. Moving her hands up to her hair, she adjusts the black ribbon holding her hair back.

Afterwards, the woman slapped her hands together and took a deep breath in. "Seriously, trying to grab my butt and steal what little money I have? Get bent," she said loud enough to where the locals could hear. She didn't particularly care if people heard it. It's actually easier to expose idiots for their unjust crimes than to allow what they did to remain silent. The old her would have killed them without remorse. But killing people doing such petty things would be a waste of life. She isn't in a war, so killing people would be needless.

A smell wafted into her nose causing her stomach to turn and grumble. Turning in the direction of the food, she walked over to the restaurant and plastered her face upon the window. She hasn't eaten well since arriving to Sunagakure due to the crisis of the Cabal. You'd figure she would have more than ample opportunities to get work and money, but the fact that she flashed and glowed made her a dangerous liability. Not that people didn't seem to notice her, even when she was more stream-lined and stealthy. When any Joe-Schmoe can walk into a cave and just notice you when you are being sneaky, what's the point of being sneaky? At least this way, people can't call her a coward for using stealth.

Her eyes moved towards the group of people eating in the restaurant. Two children and a meat-head. Food. If only the Isaki Clan paid her what she's owed. She's definitely going to go to the Isaki Clan household when she returns to Moon and probably relocate the building into the ocean if she doesn't get her just payment. 'It should be assumed she'd get paid' isn't a good justification for not actually paying her. A woman needs to eat and a woman needs clothes (especially when one of the people she was in charge of bled all over all of her good clothes. Thankfully, some rich pricks in this village decided to spoil her with clothing and food several days prior. She has no love for selfish, rich pricks. They have money that they could use to help the needy, but they only want to make their own pockets fatter.

Lowering her head down to her coin-bag, she looked at the money she had with a grumble. Either she eats now or she eats later. She only had enough for a meal or two. There's no way she would find a rich-prick here in the slums that would pay for her meal without something in return. She didn't bring any toothpaste, so that's not going to happen. She could try sneaking around the back to eat the scraps, but she'd get picked up REAL quick due to Mr. Flashy on her left arm. Thanks, guy. She could always go inside and steal food from people's plates, but that'd make her no better than those ass-grabbers. Perhaps tonight is yet another night to go hungry.

[[OOC: I hope you don't mind, guys :D. I'm bored]]​
 
'A few screws loose...?' Surutameni looked away for a moment as he snorted at the serious understatement of Isshin's sanity. 'That moron has more missing than loose...' The next sentence though caused him to look back once more at the other man, who's shirt was still stained with the broth of his lost meal. He sighed and shrugged, his care-button was seriously broken at this point. "Tch... Who cares?" Suru rolled his eyes and let a small 'fweh' noise pass through his lips. He really didn't want to be here, but thanks to that overly animated moron who was now attempting to stuff a kunai through his skull, he was stuck here. Dealing with all of... This.

The young shinobi crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands within the sleeves. "Apology? I don't owe you one and I doubt you could get one from him." He gestured with his head towards the red-clad ninja near him. "I implore you to try though..." Suru snickered to himself, that would be interesting to see. Although, as interesting as that could be, he didn't exactly want to deal with it. He zoned out for a moment, his gaze searching around the area they were in for a way out. Much to his dismay he couldn't find one. At least one that would allow him to slip away easily that is. His attention returned just in time to hear the tail end of the ramen-man's last question, and the resulting answer from Isshin.

"I am not 'Pointy'... My name is Takeshi Surutameni." Suru turned his amber gaze upon Isshin for a moment, the intensity from the glare that ensued could've very well burned a whole through his mask covered face. "And you are?"

[[OOC: No worries at all. I get the boredom thing. XD Welcome to the topic! ]]
 
Gods above, we've lived underground way too long...

Hiruma found himself massaging his temple as they spoke. He was suspecting that Sand's life underground was beginning to erode the sanity of its people. And with each passing moment with these two, he started to question his own.

"Karasu Isshin and Takeshi Surutameni, right. My stomach says I should put a new piercing in your heads and be on my way." He glanced at Isshin with wonder if there was anything at all to damage. As he started to speak once more, his stomach gurgled.

Food. Now.

Hiruma took notice of the wrappers and sticks from the pair's meal. The street food looked and smelled even more appetizing than what laid on the restaurant floor a ways behind him. At the same time, his peripheral vision he found annoyance in the form of a red light rising and falling in intensity. Shinobi training could only temper the irritation of hunger for so long. It was against his better judgement, but hunger made people do things like this. "Takeshi, my name is Hiruma. Here." He handed Suru some money. "Now that we know each other, can you get me the same stuff you guys got? Something for yourself as well." Hopefully a peace offering of food would temper Suru's foul attitude. One foul mood was enough in this situation.

With that he turned his attention to Isshin. "You however, owe me for the first meal, or a sincere apology." As he crossed his arms to hear whatever madness spilled from Isshin next, part of his focus kept forcing his eyes to glance in the direction of the blinking red light trying to figure out what it was.
 
"Tch... Who cares?"

"So flippant pointy-kun!" he proclaimed, seemingly unaffected by his attempted lobotomy. Then Suru very angrily told his real name, and Hiruma in turn shared his. It was all such a boring affair, the kunai in the skull was sounding like a good escape again. Hiruma pulled money out and his eyes followed it to suru's hands. Then he looked up to Hiruma as he gave directions to get the two of them food. He had just stuffed his face full of food so he was fine, didn't mind Hiruma leaving him out. If he wanted, he'd just remove both their arms and eat that. Though, that was a thought best not shared out loud.

"You however, owe me for the first meal, or a sincere apology."

"Nope."

He said simply, as a commotion piqued his curiosity. He looked over hiruma's shoulder, though with the mask on it looked like he was staring right through the man. A light pulsating, red and he almost floated off the ground heading toward it like a moth to a flame. He followed it to see a woman dispatch a few people effortlessly and she seemed shifty, not in a thief way but in a 'constantly moving while thinking' way. Fiddling with her coin purse, eyes darting around and coming up with solutions. He didn't know the problem, but he wanted to get closer to find out. Disregarding the two he had just been with, he walked over to the woman silently and bent down to stare at her arm real close, taking no consideration for her physical space. His eyes tracking upward to her chest.

"Oh hello there!" he rubbed the back of his head, eyes locked onto her bossom as he moved his body to an upright position, eyes tracking up to her face. "I like the light show." it was a double entendre!
 
</B>Chapter 9: Gates of Hell<B>Act 7: Slums of Jerusalem​
The air temperature wasn't that cold out and certainly her clothes were thick enough to not give people a free show. Her eyes turned to look towards the curious figure in red that appeared. Not afraid of a child, she just observed his movements, noticing his eyes went from the blinding red light all the way up to her breasts. To think, this child had the gall to not only stare at her breasts, but straight up SPEAK TO THEM. Greeting a person's breasts before addressing them in the face simply annoyed the foreigner to the point she placed her left hand upon the masked person's head and squeezed. She applied just enough pressure to get the boy's attention and to not cause any significant pain (unless, of course, this boy was absolutely dainty and couldn't handle the pressure from a woman's hand).

The black ribbon in her hair twitched a bit before kneeling over to look the masked boy in the face. The look on her face showed one of pure dissatisfaction and annoyance. "How would you like your outtie to become an innie?" the woman asked the boy silently. Her voice oscillated with annoyance, hoping the boy understood what she meant by that. Her annoyed sentence was quickly followed up by the sound of growls from her stomach. Releasing the boy's head, she grumbled and grabbed at her stomach for a bit. "Seriously, stop looking at my boobs," she stated before looking around for a moment. If the boy was dressed in white, he would remind her of a chicken. Mmmm. Chicken.

Returning to her normal demeanor, the woman grumbled a bit. "Oh? This? This is something I got from a cute little group that thought I was sneaking around a bit too much. So, needless to say, I'm not oh-too-stealthy any more with this little bugger," she stated before her stomach growled again. As she's doubled over in pain, she thinks about something and an idea popped into her head. She's going to use this boy's hormone's to her advantage.

"Hey, you. If you get me something to eat, I'll give you a kiss on the cheek. If you get me something really good to eat, I'll let you see something special," she said in a teasing manner. Whether or not she follows through with her promise is another story. While she is trying to be a hero, she is still a kunoichi. Kunoichi do kunoichi things; which involves her taking advantage of men's hearts and manipulating their 'thing' to accomplish her mission. Her current mission was food. Thankfully the rich pricks she got food from days and days prior didn't ask for anything in return. Not that she would have given them the satisfaction of getting anything in return. She'd rather gut them like a fish before they laid their hands on her for doing something nice as a human being.​
 
Surutameni sighed in annoyance, this whole situation was incredibly tiring to him. Although the fact that Hiruma seemed to want to put a hole in his skull amused him, it wasn't enough to remove the headache that now throbbed through his head. 'Perhaps a piercing would relieve me of this situation.' He mused as he was handed some money. "I have already eaten... And although I am not your slave or minion, I will at least get you something to eat." His brow furrowed as he spoke, his tone mildly menacing. "Also, Suru will do just fine." He called back as he turned to the stalls that he had gotten food from not but a few minutes ago.

Once Suru had acquire the meager amounts of edibles the money he had been given could buy, he returned to the small group. As he did, his gaze did not miss the fact that Isshin had turned away and gone to converse with a woman. She had some interesting things upon her frame, the ones that drew his attention the most would be the flickering red lights. The young shinobi hadn't come across things like that in his minor adventures yet and they definitely peaked his interests. Without even so much as looking at Hiruma again, he handed the man his items, keeping an apple for himself, and headed for the woman and the red-clad idiot to sate his own curiosity.

He approached cautiously, his right hand resting upon the hilt of one of his swords. One could never be too careful when meeting another ninja, his new found acquaintances allowed him to attest to that fact. The conversation between Isshin and yet another new arrival seemed lewd of all things, hinting at things that caused Surutameni to shake his head and let out a huffing breath. 'Is this really the sorts of people I am to associate with now?'<i></i> He groaned and rolled his eyes before stepping in to interrupt the potential disgusting displays that could potentially ensue. "Here." He held the apple before him, extending it towards the kunoichi. If she took it then she would have food, like she had been talking about, if not, well so what.

[[OOC: Sorry it took me so long; was incredibly busy as of late. Should be good now though!]]
 
[[OOC: Due to inactivity here I am exiting the topic... I need the slot for some other things. Sorry guys. Hope you're not offended... (Topic Left)]]
 
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