Night Out {Open}

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Even though he'd be missing sleep for this, the night he had planned should be a fun one. Ri had gathered enough money to be able to afford his expensive taste, and is now headed to the Susukino District in order to satisfy it. Now, this "taste" was something pretty illegal for someone his age to be doing, but he knew he could get away with it due to his height. He always went to the same place when he had the yen for it, somewhere called, "Zoetrope" since it had the best sake in the village in his opinion. Since he was a regular there, the bar's owner knew who he was, but still didn't know that he was only 14.

As he arrived in the district, the undesirables were already starting to congregate in their usual places. Ri never had problems with these people, he was normally pretty good at keeping to himself so they never bothered him. As he arrived at the familiar scene, there were unfamiliar faces that seemed to be causing some trouble for the women. Now, if he wasn't trying to stay on the down low, he normally would've made a big spectacle out of dealing with these thugs. But since he didn't want to be noticed, he simply used a low level genjutsu to make one of those men believe they were bleeding all over the place.

The man screamed as his buddies tried to figure out what the hell was wrong, but he didn't seem to be very responsive, so they just dragged him away. Snickering as he walked by, Ri entered the bar and sat down in his usual spot. The bartender greeted him with a smile and yelled to him, "The usual?", giving him a nod, the bartender walked into the back room to retrieve what Ri wanted. When he returned, Ri smiled and accepted the sake, immediately giving the man his yen and exiting.

As much as he enjoyed sitting down and chatting, he just wasn't quite in the mood for it tonight. Ri found a nice, empty alleyway and opened the bottle, taking a large gulp out of it. "This is seriously the best stuff in town." he said to himself, it was so good to him that he would even talk to himself just so he'd know for sure it was good. The only thing that could make the situation better for him is if he had his favorite tobacco to go with the drink..​

 

[Junan]

Akuhei and Koumyou​

Akira was sitting inside the bar with his long-time friend Akuhei (npc) and his understudy Koumyou (npc). Seated to the back corner Akira could watch the doorway, something of interest always seemed to go on at the doorway. The cause of this was that this bar was run by the citizens of Kumogakure, non-shinobi. Their doorman, although probably stronger and a better fighter than most doormen in the lowlands, stood little to no chance against most advanced students and anything genin or above almost always found a way in. Akira as well as Akuhei and Koumyou liked to spend the occasional night here watching to see just what the latest tricks were for those too young to drink.

Perhaps in retrospect it was a sad thing that the youth of the shinobi world were so predictable that the seniors knew they would be wanting to drink despite their age. Though then again a combination of knowing their own time as students and youth combined with the hardships of the shinobi world probably prompted this into being.

This time it was a young man, though his height might fool some anyone would have been able to tell from his babyish features that he was indeed underage.

Akuhei grinned, he always looked evil when he did that, perhaps it's where Kushin (his other student) had gained his smile from. Here comes one. he said about the tall child who approached the door. He's definitely gonna make a go of it. I wonder how old he really is? Koumyou said, tilting his head, a bemused expression on his face, the student who only took after his master in his approach to combat. Akuhei had some strange students.

Akira nodded in agreement I would say fifteen, maybe sixteen judging by his height, but then again I was about that height when I was twelve and his face looks like he could be twelve, thirteen. Who knows...

Akuhei took a drink You know the game Akira, you can't just pick all the numbers. I'm gonna say fourteen.
Koumyou looked out the corner of his eye at his master then Akira Sixteen.
Very well then, I'll say thirteen. Akira said shaking his head.

He enjoyed these times.

Once the boy got inside (much to the amusement of the three) Akuhei would nudge Koumyou out to fetch the child.

Walking up next to the boy as he placed his drink order, stopping the boy from exiting the bar.

Excuse me. Koumyou said, his soft voice somehow cutting through the noise of the band and the patrons as though they were altogether silent, and yet not raising the interest of anyone else Could you please come with me. There is a wager that needs to be decided. Koumyou had a smile on his face, almost mocking, definitely amused.

 

[Kazu]

Kotsuko wasn't a drinker. He didn't understand it, and didn't think very highly of it at all. Perhaps, in the future, when he'd been through more ordeals and trials, the sweet bliss of a drunken stupor might be more appealing to the young boy. He doubted it, though. Ko wasn't one to let his emotions and his desires get the better of him. He was more disciplined than that. Ko wasn't here to drink. He was here to observe.

It had not been hard for the young boy to sneak into the bar. He'd done it a while ago, really. After his encounter with the woman known as 'Bikou', Ko had been practicing his skills of deception and stealth. High above the patrons below, hidden by the shadows and the twisted wood, Ko skulked along the rafters and support beams. He'd left the heavy armor that he usually wore at home, and had opted for something a bit more subtle. A pure black outfit, concealing his appearance and making himself harder to see in the shadows, was his choice for the evening. He would be as stealthy as that woman had been, using the shadows of the night to his advantage. The lack of his armor, though, was a little weird for the young man. He'd been using it recently as a source for his iron sand techniques, and without it he'd been forced to limit his supply to what would fit in his old hip gourd. It wasn't much, but it would do for tonight. His mission for the evening probably wouldn't be combat-oriented anyways. His goal was reconnaissance, and his target was the ANBU Sennin.

Everyone knew who Akira Saito was. It wasn't a closely guarded secret. After Ko's encounter with Bikou, his interest and curiosity on all things ANBU had skyrocketed. He'd decided that, in order to learn more about the ANBU, he would follow their leader. He was bound to learn something that way. For the last hour, Ko had been tailing the trio using a combination of stealth and his Tessei Shikai technique. It was a rather handy technique, wherein he was able to sense the fluctuations in magnetic fields around him that were produced by ferrous metals. As a shinobi, one would be hard-pressed to not carry a weapon around — a few kunai or even a sword was all the young boy needed to track their movements. He'd followed them to this bar a while ago, and so far he wanted to stay out of sight while he gathered more data.

He couldn't hear their conversation, but he could see the three men chatting about something and looking over at the bar. Curiously, one of the three men had gotten up, approaching some kid who'd entered the bar not five minutes ago. Ko wondered what they were up to. Did they know him? Perhaps it was some sort of covert ANBU meeting. On the other hand, they could just be trying to have some fun? Maybe they were going to rat the kid out for clearly being too young to be consuming alcohol. Ko had no idea, but he figured it was too early to make any decisions. He would wait, and watch, to see if anything interesting might become of this. No matter what, though, his attention would remain with the ANBU Sennin. He was his target for the night, after all.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

The voice surprised him since such a soft sound could pierce through the volume of the crowd surrounding them. As Ri turned, he saw a man that seemed to be amused with something, was it him? Letting out a sigh as he explained that there was something that should be settled, he agreed to assist and followed him back to the table where his friends were. He didn't recognize any of them, especially since he wasn't very observant most of the time, or up to date with the villages current events, so they could be big public figures without him even knowing.

"So what was the wager that needed to be resolved? And how is it that I'm involved?" He said this in the deepest voice he could pull off. Although it was clearly faked, it could fool someone that was fairly stupid since he did have some practice with it. He took a quick look at each person sitting at the table, taking note of each one. They were all clearly shinobi, but besides that, he couldn't really tell. Wondering what they could be wanting with him, and what kind of wager would involve an absolute stranger, Ri took a sip of his sake and stood in a relaxed position.

Adjusting his hat, he took another look at each person, now seeing which was the oldest. Perhaps he was the leader of the trio? Irrelevant right now.. He'd just have to help them with their wager and get out so he could have time to drink his alcohol and go home to sleep. The only way he'd end up staying is if the opportunity arose for him to get some eye candy from an attractive female, or if he was offered something. Whether this something was a good story, knowledge, or material didn't matter, as long as he got something out of staying in this place. Especially if he was risking having his cover blown.​

 

[Yomoko]

Yomoko decided he needed a night away from the paperwork of the complex and what better way than going out on his own where none of his people would be. Downtown in a bar having a drink by himself. What would the harm be in that right? A simple night for a drink with nothing overly important going on, whats the worst that could go wrong right? He wore his normal clothing clothing, black pants with a black undershirt with his Haku blue robe over it. He hadn't been into this particular bar in a while. The guy at the door obviously was no shinobi but he was strong enough to be a bouncer of some sort. Yomoko gave him a slight bow of his head and shook his hand as he entered the bar. Before going up to the bar he saw something up in the rafters that wasn't just a shadow. Yomoko moved silently toward the bathroom and once he got close enough, disappeared silently up into the rafters of the building.

He used his speed to be silent and get right behind the young boy whom seem to be spying on one of Yomoko's sensei's, Akira Saito and Akuhei. He wondered what to do at first with the boy. Embarrass him to Saito and the group below who seemed to be meeting with a different young man or scare the shit out of him. There was also the course of just appearing behind him and seeing whats up. That sounded comical enough for tonight. Yomoko hadn't even had a drink yet. Bending down next to the boy up in the rafters he whispered in a mocking voice "So... what you doing? "

Hopefully the kid wouldn't freak out and fall from the rafters but that would be extremely funny in Yomoko's eyes. Might even give a mednin something to do tonight if there was one around. He awaited the response from the boy.

(OOC: See avy for what the robe looks like... also... hi gate crashing!)

 

[Tsuirakuya Shashu]

It was a slow night. Ayumu had somehow given her the slip despite her near-constant vigilance after their reunion in the Colosseum. She had done just about everything short of following him into the men's bathroom, but that had been her mistake. He had somehow noticed her tailing him and slipped out a back window while she waited outside to give him privacy. It wasn't long before she realized what had happened, but by then it was too late.

Several hours of searching later she gave up trying to catch his trail; he was either staying one step ahead of her the entire time or he was holed up tight. Either way he didn't want to be found, and that left Shashu with a large chunk of free time and nothing to do on account of her normal duties being put on hold while the preparations for the Stone mission were underway.

Stone mission...that reminds me. I have a scrub I should be bothering!

With that spark of inspiration Shashu set out to track down Kotsuko. Rifling through his records after their initial meeting had earned her his home address along with some other interesting tidbits, so she pulled out a book and settled in for a stakeout. After a while Ko came out dressed in all black (hehe scrub...only amateurs actually wear full black) and after a short trip to the Sileo began tailing the new ANBU Sennin of all people.

Hrmm. This kid must be really interested in the ANBU to be following around that ogre. Well, this could be useful for me too I suppose.

Akira led Ko, and by extension Shashu, to a bar in Susukino notorious for the high number of Academy Students and Genin who tried to sneak past its bouncer. Why this bar in particular seemed to catch all the underage traffic was largely a mystery; word still managed to get around despite efforts to the contrary, and some of the more experienced Shinobi even made a game out of guessing which students would get away with it. A game that the ANBU Sennin seemed to be playing with a couple friends on just this occasion.

Ko made his way in without incident and settled into the rafters above Akira while Shashu wrapped herself in shadows and Active Camo, then slipped in an open window and walked on the walls to hang upside down next to Ko. Not too long after someone else came in and, noticing Ko in the rafters, snuck up to his other side with a "So... what you doing?"

Not one to pass up such a glorious opportunity for mischief, Shashu dropped her Active Camo and answered for the boy completely deadpan:

"Oh, you know. ANBU stuff."

Outwardly she'd look the same as she did at the Colosseum, composed and clad in her grey silk armor and predatory mask, but inwardly she was dying of laughter.

This is gonna be priceless!

 

[Junan]

[OOC: Am sorry for the slow reply. Have been very busy recently with moving house and lack of internet because of this. My activity will be on the up from now]

As the boy arrived at the table with Koumyou, the white haired man winked at the other two, his smile widening while the disguised boy couldn't see his features, disappearing once more as he took his seat, replaced by the slightly amused look he had had on before.

The boy spoke and the youngest of the trio barely managed to hold back his laughter at the boy continuing his ruse. Akuhei shot him a look which sobered the others response quickly however, his master putting him in his place with nothing but a look. Instead it was Akira who would answer. Of the three Akuhei was the eldest, and he looked it. He was a man of a thousand battles, but only a couple of years older than Akira. Akira didn't look as old, but still looked old, he'd endured much in his life, but for the last number of years lived quietly as a blacksmith allowing him to not endure the constant work of a shinobi had allowed him to not age quite at much. Koumyou was much younger and looked it.

We know you're a youngin, don't worry, we're not going to put you in trouble with the authorities but our wager was to do with your age. Would you give it to us? Akira said, his face mostly serious, though around his eyes there was a small amount of friendliness and maybe amusement. But he didn't want to make the kid feel like he was the joke, far from, it was more the non-shinobi who were the butt of this joke.

None of the trio was aware of their being followed, in Kumogakure they didn't need to worry, indeed if this trio were anywhere in the world they wouldn't really need to be concerned.

The humm of conversation and laughter inside the bar drowning out any goings on above. The footfall of skilled shinobi too light to be heard over it.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Of course he'd be sucked into some game for someone smart enough to tell he was to young to be where he was. Must be the law catching up to him, even though drinking at his age wasn't to serious of a crime. Whatever, he might as well answer their question and try and get out so he can drink in peace. Letting out a sigh, Ri stretched for a moment and then looked at the three men again. Time to answer and try to escape!

"Well..." Ri began to rethink his decision for a moment, how did he know they wouldn't go off and tell on him? There was a bit of risk to simply releasing such information, they could even be perverts looking for kids exactly his age! Well, all his stupid fantasies aside, Ri decided he'd just have to tell them and get out. He could totally take them in a fight, even though they didn't look like they were just three drunk fucks in a bar. They seemed like they've been in a few fights of course, but either way, Ri wouldn't just let them do something to him.

"I'm fourteen, so why did you need to know that?" Damn, his curiosity got the best of him. He could've just told them and left, but noooo. He had to go and ask why they were wanting to know, sure it's a game, but why do they play this game? Seems kind of strange that a group of three guys would sit in a bar and try to figure out random people's ages.

All of the noise around them didn't bother Ri at all currently, he came here enough to where it didn't even phase him. He was so used to this bar, and the district in general in fact, that noise level didn't even seem like a thing anymore. The noise was just another feature of the city now, he couldn't care less wether it was quiet or if it was loud. He could sleep in either of those conditions in fact.​

 

[Kazu]

There were benefits and drawbacks to being so focused on something. By giving an activity your full attention, you allow yourself to be more aware of changing elements in a situation. You are able to understand the full scope of the issue, and to fully engross your mind into the events that were taking place. Minute details became apparent, and subtleties in the environment became clear as day. The downside of such concentration, though was precisely that: uninterrupted concentration. It meant that you failed to account for the other things that could, potentially, be around you. You failed to notice a couple of Jounin-level shinobi sneaking up behind you, plotting your inevitable and comedic downfall. Ko had been fully concentrating on the ANBU Sennin Saito. He never stood a chance at noticing the two sneaking up on him.

When Yomoko first spoke to him, Kotsuko jumped a little. His perch became unstable, and he shot his hand out to grab a nearby wooden beam, The sudden movement in the wood had caused it to creak a little, and a small cloud of dust floated down and settled on the table of the ANBU Sennin and his companions below. Wincing, Kotsuko realized that his cover was probably blown now. Looking back at the man to see who had caused such a disturbance, he was faced with a white haired man cloaked in a blue robe. He didn't know what to say to him. Before he could think of something, though, another voice spoke up from his other side. A familiar voice, Ko recognized it as the woman whom he had fought. Turning to look at her, he realized she was hanging upside down, like some sort of gigantic spider. Her mask only added to the effect, and the young boy would be lying if he said it hadn't startled him. His grip so tight that his knuckles were turning white, the young boy wondered what he'd done to get into a situation like this.

The way he saw it, the young boy had two options. The first is that he could give up in his venture of gaining information on his target, and try to shake these two off of him. That was unlikely, as they were both much stronger than himself. The woman alone was more than a match for him, let alone two enemies. The second option, though, had potential. It was risky, but could very greatly pay off for the young man. Did he dare? Looking between the two Jounin, who both expected an answer from the young boy, Kotsuko's face probably looked quite comical. "I'm, uh...spying on the ANBU Sennin. Do you...do you want to join?" Kotsuko had just asked a Jounin, and an ANBU, if they'd like to spy on their superior. Yeah, that was going to go well. At the very least they'd probably turn him in, and then he'd have a whole new issue to deal with. Good luck getting into the ANBU then...

...however, maybe, just maybe, they'd go for it. Maybe they would be in a good mood. Maybe they would want to mess with him further. Maybe the thought of being all sneaky sneaky would appeal to them? Whatever the reason, Kotsuko hoped they'd go along with it. He hoped their desire for mischief and fun outweighed their sense of duty and responsibility. But above all else, he hoped that the three sitting down at that table didn't look up and notice them all already. That would make all of this pointless, regardless of their answer.

 

[Junan]

Akuhei clapped his hands once as he said Oh yeah! clearly happy with himself as the boy gave his age, seemingly ignoring him as he went on to ask why it was they wanted to know. Akira had a small laugh, a grin on his face as his single eye looked at the boy before them pulling out some yen and placing it on the table. Koumyou's head shaking as he did similarly, though his attention on his sensei and saying You're a lucky ol' bastard you know that?

As the conversation between the other two went on, each giving the other a little ribbing about their age and difference in knowledge, or luck, Akira's attention was on the 'man' before him.

We are senior members of the ANBU... he said at first before looking at the white haired Koumyou and then back to Ri, Well, he's not. But he's well trained and only waiting for this other old bugger to retire so he can take his place. He gave Akuhei a jab with his elbow which was met with a muscle memory block and a quick look out of the corner of his eye, another automatic reaction to check his enemy. On realizing it was Akira he simply ignored it and went back to his ribbing of Koumyou.

The reason we wanted to know is because when we were young we did the same. This bar, and many others, are hotspots for young shinobi. We view it as their testing their skills, training in a way even though you might not see it in the same light. Because of this we keep our eyes open, eyes which are much more keen than any of theirs and when we think we've found one we guess their age, pull them over and if someone gets it right then the other two have to buy that one a drink. In this case the old man got it right.

Look here you. Akuhei's attention had been dragged away from Koumyou who was leaning back in his chair with a huge grin on his face, looking like at any moment he could burst with laughter.

Shut it with that old man crap. Look in the mirror at some point and fucking realize that you're not so young yourself! He said to Akira before placing his comparitively small hand on the massive shoulder of Akira and pushed him seemingly out of his chair as Akira stood with the motion.

Go get me my drink you old loser. He said, Akira raised his fist and made a small but quick motion as though he was going to hit Akuhei, in play. Akuhei reacted, a small blade being unsheathed brought up, the tip of the blade millimeters away from Akira's fist and then sheathed in the time it'd take to blink. Akira grinned and said Gotcha old man, your reflexes are slowing. Before he turned his back on Akuhei moving towards the bar, his hand on the back of the boy guiding him away from where Akuhei was calling out You want to go a round or two and I'm ready ANY TIME! Thinking you're all that just cos of your position huh? You're the rusty one you big bastard! Koumyou's laughter almost drowning him out as he had seemingly been waiting for the inevitability of the two calling each other out on their fighting abilities occurred. If Ri looked back he'd notice that it was all in jest, a smile on the face of Akuhei as well as on Akira's face.

They were old soldiers now. They didn't need to fight to know who would win, but that didn't mean anyone else could figure it out.

Akira went to the bar to get himself and Akuhei a beer. Koumyou could get his own, after all he too owed Akuhei a drink.

So why do you come in here then? He asked the boy as he nodded to the bar tender and held up two fingers to indicate the number.

[OOC: out of the timing I know, but wanted to post. Also the stuff on the rooftop isn't necessarily happening in time with what we're up to, though undoubtedly would be able to hear and see everything happening.]

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

[inactivity leaving unless whoever needs to reply does so.]

 

[Tsuirakuya Shashu]

"I'm, uh...spying on the ANBU Sennin. Do you...do you want to join?"

Shashu grinned and rubbed the chin of her mask in an attempt to give off the air of a wise elder. In this light, with her mask's features, she could almost be mistaken for a tiki-man of yore, an impression she clearly intended to reinforce.

"Hummu hummu. Spying eh? Well now, isn't this an interesting development?" Shashu spoke in her best squeaky and gravelly old-man voice. "Way to show initiative grasshopper! I didn't know yo-"

The ANBU coughed and hacked, though it was unclear whether this was part of the old-man act or strain from forcing the verbal equivalent of sandpaper through her throat. She recovered in a few seconds and continued on like nothing had happened. "Didn't know you had it in you boy! Why, you just may make it as one of those Anbloo yet! Here, have a gold star!"

Forming a tiny glob of sticky golden mucus on the tip of her finger, Shashu flicked it towards Ko's forehead where it would splat in the shape of a five-point star. "Aww don't make that face. Collect enough of those and you'll earn a special prize!"

She coughed again, rubbing her throat before continuing in a more normal tone. "So, whatcha got here? Anything interesting?"

 

[Kazu]

Kotsuko waited in anticipation. What would their answer be? Would they go along with it, or take him in for questioning immediately? The blue robed one remained silent, which could have either been good or bad. The woman—Bikou, she'd called herself before—seemed to have a sense of humor. Kotsuko wasn't sure whether she was ironic, crazy, or just plain comical. He'd had a theory that, perhaps, she actually was insane. Bipolar disorder, perhaps? Either way, the young boy realized that, somehow, he'd gotten lucky today. The woman was amused enough with his proposition, and so it seemed she'd decided to play along. Not without adding her own wit and humor into it, though, as she immediated some sort of gravelly old man. Kotsuko stared at her in disbelief as she hacked just like her impression dictated, and continued on in the elder-junior mentality. "Uhm, thanks?" Kotsuko didn't get her humor. He was just glad to hear that she wouldn't rat him out.

He turned to look back down at the ANBU Sennin, without realizing she was still going. The golden blob landed on his cheek, where it stuck and formed the star. He froze when that happened, obviously irked as to her actions. He silently peeled the thing off, stared at it for a second, then looked back at her. His face filled with confusion, judgement, and overall disbelief, he commented, "Really? Was that wholely necessary?" Rolling his eyes without saying anything, Kotsuko placed the golden star in his pocket—it had hardened and turned into an almost metallic substance. Later on, he'd probably do some research on it.

As she reverted back to her normal voice and mannerisms, Kotsuko turned back, once again, to the ANBU Sennin. He was glad that things were going back on track. "Seems like everything's normal for now. I recognize Saito, but his companions are foreign to me. And that kid too..." Kotsuko was thinking, wondering what the best plan of action was. There wasn't any point in sending a scouting eye down, since they could see everything perfectly. They just needed to see if they could find out more about them. Scanning the floor, Kotsuko wondered if they couldn't illicit some sort of reaction out of them? He looked to see what he could mess with, noticing that they seemed to be partial to beer. The bartender went to get them two drinks, which Kotsuko realized he could take advantage of. Snickering, the young boy spoke aloud, "...maybe we could have a little bit of fun, though?" As the bartender filled one of the glasses, Kotsuko waved his hand in front of him. His magnetic chakra extended, precisely controlling the handle of the beer tap. When the bartender would go to release the handle, he would find it unable to budge. Beer continue to pour into the glass, overflowing and spilling everywhere. What would the three do with that?

 

[Junan]

[OOC: Sorry, I don't seem to know what's going on in terms of who's doing what and with who. I don't think I'm really needed to reply. Maybe just assume Akira goes back to drinking with the other two before departing for his home.]

 

[Junan]

The bartender went to get the two drinks that Akira requested. It didn't seem like the one they'd caught out wanted to have much in the way of fun so he let the boy wander off to do his thing.

Akuhei and Kushin were still giving each other shit, Akira found their student teacher relationship quite refreshing. He turned to look at a table in the middle of the bar and smiled. A memory flooding back of when he had made ANBU and was sitting there, Mojo on his shoulder still with his brown fur unmarred by the grey which came with age, Shinbatsu in his glory beaming with pride as his young student had achieved what they had set out to do. The man wasn't normally one to drink, but that night he did, and Akira being the conservative young man he had been had sat still, embarrassed by his master as he stood atop the table and called out his pride so that all could hear.

A small smile found its way to his lips, his eye moistened at one of the last memories he had of his master before he was cast from the village.

So much pride, so much power. Could Akira ever get that strong?

Turning his attention back to the barkeep he realised that something else was going on. He couldn't turn off the tap and beer had started to pour to waste onto the bench. Forming some basic symbols he stopped the flow of beer with a water barrier jutsu, keeping the water in the pipe and unable to continue flowing. He didn't like it when people messed like this with the common people of Kumogakure. The barkeep had an earning to make, wasting beer only hurt that, and while Shin had been a great leader in many ways his closed gate policy which had lasted a long time by this point was crippling the ability for the common people to survive. Imports were harder to come by, the gate policy requiring heavy paper work and duties which most couldn't afford. To mess with the few who had been able to remain like this wasn't fair.

He looked around to see if he could identify the culprit.

Akuhei could see the change of mood, and thus Koumyou picked up on it as well. The silver haired man closing his eyes to let the sonar of his Hashigaki bloodline get to work, while Akira opened his, the Byakugan activating.

 

[Kazu]

[ooc: Unless Shashu/Ri posts, I'm going to Inactivity Leave this topic. If things change, let me know and I'll juggle some topics around to make this one available.]

 

[Junan]

This topic's been inactive long enough.

I'm leaving it due to inactivity, never to return assuming that Akira never ends up seeing who it was that caused the ruckus.