It was early morning when Kamaru got on the boat, the man nodded and moved out piloting the small craft towards their destination. Getting a summons to assist didn't bother him that much, being dead at sea and never finding your way home to be 'Released' by local customs seemed to be taken seriously around the area. But in the dimness of the faint moonlight and liquid darkness Kamaru thought it was surprising how skillfully the boatman moved his rig, the boat sliding through the water silently on course. Asking the man if it was alright to use a light to do some reading Kamaru got an okay and a nod from the quiet man.
Reading over the scroll he shook his head. Unlike wanting to get the basics down to Taijutsu the instructor he found was quick to refuse the physical training of a mental aptitude. As she put it, ‘such a thing was not only a waste of her time but also the physical exertion Kamaru would spend when mental training for sufficient was a disappointing process of thought.’ Much like his stealthy range weapon training partner she had, although more politely, told him he was an idiot. He reviewed the scenarios quietly as day broke and the boatman said they had arrived. Putting away the scroll, Kamaru got down to work.
Pulling a scroll Kamaru unfurled the document releasing chakra at points and slowly pulled out the pile of informational documents and tools as the smoke settled. Looking at the documents he had the time of the storm last night, size of the boat, no one else had seemed to be on the boat. The list of details were minimum but every bit of information could help find the man or end up leading to being overlooked causing the man’s death. With that in mind nothing was overlooked. Listing of tides and speeds had Kamaru referring to the boatman with him. Asking what would have happened for an experienced sailor if they were in a storm what would happen and they moved to a new creation. Kamaru surprised the man when he started to strip down pulling on a bear of skintight shorts and a belt to put his weapons and such. Grabbing a floatation device he hoped into the water and asked for the man to have the boat follow him.
With the boat there he felt a sense of security but his mind wandered thinking of how the man he was looking for probably felt slowly floating through the chaotic night towards wherever the tides and currents took him after surviving a storm. As the water lapped against him Kamaru fell silent in reflection of the situation he was in as he slowly moved. As the hours past Kamaru found out a few things; he had slowly gotten sun burned for one, the second he found out even without the fear of holding on for dear life his arms had slowly gotten tired from treading water or laying in a floating position. Once the boatman explained he save an island close by Kamaru yelled to be pulled in. The mental level of the man they were looking for to Kamaru seemed quite high since he was fatigued himself. He wished there was a better way then just searching on a map section by section but his method for the most part seemed to be rough to do on a regular basis.
Nearing the island Kamaru was surprised to see someone moving out of the small island’s tree line with an improvised spear rushing him until he saw Kamaru start moving his hands causing him to drop his spear and his hands to go up in the air open to show nothing was in them.
”Are you a ninja from the village of Iwa?” the man said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Kamaru nodded realizing the wild look in the man’s eyes.
”Are you the man who was lost at sea?” Kamaru countered.
”Depends of if you’re the ones who sunk my boat.” the man replied eyeing his makeshift spear on the ground by his feet.
Kamaru explained he was part of the search team to find him and the man was suspicious on how he found him since others had not and from the look of the sunburn Kamaru was obviously not that experienced. Explaining he floated here in the water as a guide while the boat followed seemed to calm the man. Actually the man had fallen silent before violently bursting into laughter about the level of stupidity someone had to have to do something like that. After the laughter subsided he explained what had happened. The suburn masking the deepening of color to Kamaru face had him just listening.
The storm had come out of no where literally since he hadn’t see it roll in from the horizon in any direction. His boat was capsized and he barely managed to find something to hand onto after he resurfaced. Laying in the water floating he figured he had a hard decision to make, give up or wait until he saw land by floating, he lost his sense of direction in the freak storm and it would be a lot easier to just give up. But he had others depending on him so he opted to survive no matter what. Seeing an island by chance had him swimming the hardest race of his life. Swim till his body gave out, if he won he’d be on the beach, if not he’d be too exhausted to save himself from drowning.
The boatman got Kamaru’s attention pointing at the horizon. Supposedly a storm was forming and headed their way. Kamaru helped him pull the boat ashore, they’d have to spend another night. The man felt uneasy since he wondered if Kamaru being an unexperienced sailor could find him, his killer might as well as the sun vanished into the forming storm clouds. Kamaru took in the new information. The man had been pushed overboard in the attack, sailing alone the sudden contact with another person took him offguard in the storm. Once he realized what had happened he was just swimming to the surface through the wreckage of his sinking boat. He had managed to get a floating piece to cling to but it had been rough. To keep the man at ease Kamaru opted to stay up on watch he explained. As the man went to sleep Kamaru’s guide handed him a spyglass.
”Sumpin’ ain’t right out there…” the man explained.
Kamaru looked out and realized something was not right indeed.
Without being close to anything it was odd to see glints of light from the lightening off metal. Especially on the water moving closer. As a man walked up onto the beach over the waves Kamaru handed the spyglass to it’s owner.
”Walking on water… not normal event out here right?” Kamaru asked following the man’s movement forming handseals.
When he got a no from the man next to him the clan head survivor walked forth from their hiding spot, ”Fair enough, keep an eye on the guy, he’s had a rough trip here. I’ll deal with the new guy… probably a shinobi”
Gazing around the man growled, it was a miracle his prey had survived should have drowned out in the ocean given back to a cruel mistress. As his catch came running up with a tree branch hoisted like a club he almost laughed.
”Who are you! Why are you here! I’m warning you!” Kamaru spouted while deguised.
The man in front of him had on odd camoflauge Kamaru thought. A fishnet with shells and seaweed clumps adorned him, what looked like barnacles peeked out from underneath on a piece of ancient looking armor that should have been left on the ocean floor where it was probably found.
”I’m on orders from the Council of Stone. I don’t know why you’re considered dangerous but orders are orders.” the man stated producing a sheet of paper in the midst of the storm starting to drizzle.
”Yeah I call bullshit.” Kamaru explained raising the branch like a sword in front of him.
The seafaring man shrugged putting the paper away.
”Well you’re a shinobi under Stone I take it, where’s the real one?” he stated as a spear erupted from underneath the sands as the visage of the man flickered.
Kamaru sucked his teeth as his mud clone lying in wait didn’t hit it’s mark.
Whoever he was Kamaru got to know the guy first hand, having just one eye didn’t make it easier to fight the man, he seemed to constantly be aware of Kamaru’s position regardless of if Kamaru moved into or out of his blind spot. The fight drew out longer the two trading blows, Kamaru finding the man seems better at Taijutsu then him in hand to hand combat, his body taking each actually hit seamlessly. Looking exhausted the man looked at a drop in Kamaru’s defense, fishlike spine bones extended from his hand out towards Kamaru, stumbling backwards to get away Kamaru fell hard to the sand only to have the man lunge at him. As the sand shifted to reveal mud and Kamaru’s body seemed to devolve into a clump of mud the man roared as the ground started to sink around him. In the pit formed he watched the walls grew taller. As he darted up he felt something slam into him unseen.
As the unseen force kept smack him down he tried to cancel whatever Genjutsu he was under to no avail. He looked for some sort of binding. He roared from the bottom of the hole he was in the ground wet from rain and seawater running down into the gravel that feel from beneath him.
Kamaru sighed a bit exhausted from expending so much chakra, having another clone dig a bit was silly he though unless it was deep enough, then he could just keep hitting the pit with jutsu until it was done. A hidden pit to trap a monster. Smiling he nodded to the guide and passed out. The following day he slept most of the ride back into port. His level of sunburn only increased to need medical attention or they had managed to set him on fire a few times without him noticing on the trip back.
Reading over the scroll he shook his head. Unlike wanting to get the basics down to Taijutsu the instructor he found was quick to refuse the physical training of a mental aptitude. As she put it, ‘such a thing was not only a waste of her time but also the physical exertion Kamaru would spend when mental training for sufficient was a disappointing process of thought.’ Much like his stealthy range weapon training partner she had, although more politely, told him he was an idiot. He reviewed the scenarios quietly as day broke and the boatman said they had arrived. Putting away the scroll, Kamaru got down to work.
Pulling a scroll Kamaru unfurled the document releasing chakra at points and slowly pulled out the pile of informational documents and tools as the smoke settled. Looking at the documents he had the time of the storm last night, size of the boat, no one else had seemed to be on the boat. The list of details were minimum but every bit of information could help find the man or end up leading to being overlooked causing the man’s death. With that in mind nothing was overlooked. Listing of tides and speeds had Kamaru referring to the boatman with him. Asking what would have happened for an experienced sailor if they were in a storm what would happen and they moved to a new creation. Kamaru surprised the man when he started to strip down pulling on a bear of skintight shorts and a belt to put his weapons and such. Grabbing a floatation device he hoped into the water and asked for the man to have the boat follow him.
With the boat there he felt a sense of security but his mind wandered thinking of how the man he was looking for probably felt slowly floating through the chaotic night towards wherever the tides and currents took him after surviving a storm. As the water lapped against him Kamaru fell silent in reflection of the situation he was in as he slowly moved. As the hours past Kamaru found out a few things; he had slowly gotten sun burned for one, the second he found out even without the fear of holding on for dear life his arms had slowly gotten tired from treading water or laying in a floating position. Once the boatman explained he save an island close by Kamaru yelled to be pulled in. The mental level of the man they were looking for to Kamaru seemed quite high since he was fatigued himself. He wished there was a better way then just searching on a map section by section but his method for the most part seemed to be rough to do on a regular basis.
Nearing the island Kamaru was surprised to see someone moving out of the small island’s tree line with an improvised spear rushing him until he saw Kamaru start moving his hands causing him to drop his spear and his hands to go up in the air open to show nothing was in them.
”Are you a ninja from the village of Iwa?” the man said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Kamaru nodded realizing the wild look in the man’s eyes.
”Are you the man who was lost at sea?” Kamaru countered.
”Depends of if you’re the ones who sunk my boat.” the man replied eyeing his makeshift spear on the ground by his feet.
Kamaru explained he was part of the search team to find him and the man was suspicious on how he found him since others had not and from the look of the sunburn Kamaru was obviously not that experienced. Explaining he floated here in the water as a guide while the boat followed seemed to calm the man. Actually the man had fallen silent before violently bursting into laughter about the level of stupidity someone had to have to do something like that. After the laughter subsided he explained what had happened. The suburn masking the deepening of color to Kamaru face had him just listening.
The storm had come out of no where literally since he hadn’t see it roll in from the horizon in any direction. His boat was capsized and he barely managed to find something to hand onto after he resurfaced. Laying in the water floating he figured he had a hard decision to make, give up or wait until he saw land by floating, he lost his sense of direction in the freak storm and it would be a lot easier to just give up. But he had others depending on him so he opted to survive no matter what. Seeing an island by chance had him swimming the hardest race of his life. Swim till his body gave out, if he won he’d be on the beach, if not he’d be too exhausted to save himself from drowning.
The boatman got Kamaru’s attention pointing at the horizon. Supposedly a storm was forming and headed their way. Kamaru helped him pull the boat ashore, they’d have to spend another night. The man felt uneasy since he wondered if Kamaru being an unexperienced sailor could find him, his killer might as well as the sun vanished into the forming storm clouds. Kamaru took in the new information. The man had been pushed overboard in the attack, sailing alone the sudden contact with another person took him offguard in the storm. Once he realized what had happened he was just swimming to the surface through the wreckage of his sinking boat. He had managed to get a floating piece to cling to but it had been rough. To keep the man at ease Kamaru opted to stay up on watch he explained. As the man went to sleep Kamaru’s guide handed him a spyglass.
”Sumpin’ ain’t right out there…” the man explained.
Kamaru looked out and realized something was not right indeed.
Without being close to anything it was odd to see glints of light from the lightening off metal. Especially on the water moving closer. As a man walked up onto the beach over the waves Kamaru handed the spyglass to it’s owner.
”Walking on water… not normal event out here right?” Kamaru asked following the man’s movement forming handseals.
When he got a no from the man next to him the clan head survivor walked forth from their hiding spot, ”Fair enough, keep an eye on the guy, he’s had a rough trip here. I’ll deal with the new guy… probably a shinobi”
Gazing around the man growled, it was a miracle his prey had survived should have drowned out in the ocean given back to a cruel mistress. As his catch came running up with a tree branch hoisted like a club he almost laughed.
”Who are you! Why are you here! I’m warning you!” Kamaru spouted while deguised.
The man in front of him had on odd camoflauge Kamaru thought. A fishnet with shells and seaweed clumps adorned him, what looked like barnacles peeked out from underneath on a piece of ancient looking armor that should have been left on the ocean floor where it was probably found.
”I’m on orders from the Council of Stone. I don’t know why you’re considered dangerous but orders are orders.” the man stated producing a sheet of paper in the midst of the storm starting to drizzle.
”Yeah I call bullshit.” Kamaru explained raising the branch like a sword in front of him.
The seafaring man shrugged putting the paper away.
”Well you’re a shinobi under Stone I take it, where’s the real one?” he stated as a spear erupted from underneath the sands as the visage of the man flickered.
Kamaru sucked his teeth as his mud clone lying in wait didn’t hit it’s mark.
Whoever he was Kamaru got to know the guy first hand, having just one eye didn’t make it easier to fight the man, he seemed to constantly be aware of Kamaru’s position regardless of if Kamaru moved into or out of his blind spot. The fight drew out longer the two trading blows, Kamaru finding the man seems better at Taijutsu then him in hand to hand combat, his body taking each actually hit seamlessly. Looking exhausted the man looked at a drop in Kamaru’s defense, fishlike spine bones extended from his hand out towards Kamaru, stumbling backwards to get away Kamaru fell hard to the sand only to have the man lunge at him. As the sand shifted to reveal mud and Kamaru’s body seemed to devolve into a clump of mud the man roared as the ground started to sink around him. In the pit formed he watched the walls grew taller. As he darted up he felt something slam into him unseen.
As the unseen force kept smack him down he tried to cancel whatever Genjutsu he was under to no avail. He looked for some sort of binding. He roared from the bottom of the hole he was in the ground wet from rain and seawater running down into the gravel that feel from beneath him.
Kamaru sighed a bit exhausted from expending so much chakra, having another clone dig a bit was silly he though unless it was deep enough, then he could just keep hitting the pit with jutsu until it was done. A hidden pit to trap a monster. Smiling he nodded to the guide and passed out. The following day he slept most of the ride back into port. His level of sunburn only increased to need medical attention or they had managed to set him on fire a few times without him noticing on the trip back.