Uri had only recently arrived back in Wind Country. After his last mission slaying the kraken monster, he was to remain on the ship until it once again docked at Soon's Haven. It had been approximately a week since he left and no sooner had he given his farewells and departed from the crew was he greeted by a messenger. He handed to the chuunin a sealed missive with the Sunagakure seal impressed upon it. More orders. That meant he was probably going to remain in Soon's Haven a little bit longer. Stashing the letter inside his vest pocket, he went off to find some food. His stomach had been growling for the last hour or so and he hadn't stocked up on enough sweets before leaving the Lightning Country harbor city. Right now he was focused on his hunger. Walking along the docks he looked through all the freshly off-loaded aquatic life that would be one someone's dinner plate later that day. None of it was calling to him. When being on the ocean for that long and consuming a lot of fresh fish the body desired something more. After a few more minutes of searching he managed upon a small cafe he had stopped at before. The musky scent of dark coffee floated on the air and just through the swinging doors was a small glass case containing the sugary confections he sought after.
After acquiring a table he sipped the strong black liquid from his ceramic mug, waiting for his order of apple pastries to arrive. As he could see the server preparing the plate, someone grabbed him by the collar of his vest and began hauling him away.
"C'mon! We've been looking for you. The caravan is leaving!"
The cup clattered to the ground, breaking into multiple pieces. Uri had outstretched hands as he beckoned for the delicious treats. As he hoped for them, they only grew more distant and with it his sense of fulfillment. Laying limp in the strangers hands, he made sure to make the process of dragging his body to their destination as much a chore as humanly possible. Once they stopped and he was dropped in place, a look of disappoint spread across his face, he righted himself and looked around. There was a series of reinforced wagons set-up that were comparable more to train cars almost. The problem with doing travel in Wind Country is that it is greatly dictated by the established roads and the weather. Since sandstorms were largely unpredictable, most of these roads kept hugging the border of Wind Country and stuck to the coast, making them easy marks for raiders.
The man who had dragged him that great distance was large, with a muscular frame that made Uri look like a small boy by comparison. There was a subtle accent, but he spoke basic perfectly, as if he had been speaking it for most of his career life. Around his body was strapped numerous weapons and body armor, marking him as the obvious security captain for this run. Uri promptly removed the letter from his vest and opened it, waxy bits crumbling to the ground. A quick read over it and he realized that he was late to the meeting because his ship had arrived an hour late. That would explain the dragging away from his breakfast.
"Razzer frazzen.....brutish...blah."<i></i> He mumbled under his breath, pulling a red stick candy from his pocket, unwrapping it and sticking it between his lips. He would have his sugar, but at the cost of his emergency lolly.
"Come now, ninja-man. We leave." The big man gestured to the front cart and vanished in between the line of armored wagons. Hopping on board, stuffing his pack between some crates, he found a comfy spot to lie down and watched as the sky passed by between the break of carts.
It was at least an hour later when Uri heard a small chatter going through radio comms. He got up and hung out of the back of the wagon, hanging onto a handlebar and scouted out the area. They were heading towards a rocky path that had high walls and numerous cliffs. The perfect place to set-up ambush. For normal people it would be obvious if the caravan stopped and they tried to deal with it, but not if someone could just be dropped off and deal with threat. The guard captain waved Uri on and he nodded, letting go of the grip and blurring out of sight in that instant. Not too long after, he was on a high perched cliff, shadowed by the smallest of outcroppings. Their instincts had been right. Marauders dotted the nooks and crannies waiting for merchants and trade convoys to pass through. Uri, still hungry, spent little time getting to work. For someone who was used to always having a full stomach, especially when it came to shinobi-work, he was a little less than cheery when having to do this. One by one, he snuck up behind each of the concealed bandits and tried a new technique he had been working on. Instead of conjuring larger crystals and encasing them, he made much tinier ones and cocooned them in spun chakra sugar. Only a few minutes passed by and he had made a point of sitting on a cliff closet to the opening of the roadway. Legs dangling, swinging back and forth, he pulled bits of cotton candy off a bandit he had perched near himself and ate away.
As the caravan neared, he rejoined the group of men who were astonished at his efficiency. Uri may not have been the most serious-looking ninja in the world, but he was more than capable. The guard captain approached him with a raised eyebrow. Uri replied, "You'll find a pile of them at the end of this canyon, all tied up. I suggest we take them with us if we don't want them to die. Oh, and this guy."<i></i> Pulling on a near invisible string of chakra sugar, the bandit atop the cliff rolled off and landed with a loud FUHWUMP.
"Not bad, little shinobi. You did well for a scrawny man."
Shrugging off the back-handed comments, he crawled back into the caravan's lead wagon and decided to catch some Zs. If anymore bandits showed up, he would have to sweeten up their day too.
WC: 1069
After acquiring a table he sipped the strong black liquid from his ceramic mug, waiting for his order of apple pastries to arrive. As he could see the server preparing the plate, someone grabbed him by the collar of his vest and began hauling him away.
"C'mon! We've been looking for you. The caravan is leaving!"
The cup clattered to the ground, breaking into multiple pieces. Uri had outstretched hands as he beckoned for the delicious treats. As he hoped for them, they only grew more distant and with it his sense of fulfillment. Laying limp in the strangers hands, he made sure to make the process of dragging his body to their destination as much a chore as humanly possible. Once they stopped and he was dropped in place, a look of disappoint spread across his face, he righted himself and looked around. There was a series of reinforced wagons set-up that were comparable more to train cars almost. The problem with doing travel in Wind Country is that it is greatly dictated by the established roads and the weather. Since sandstorms were largely unpredictable, most of these roads kept hugging the border of Wind Country and stuck to the coast, making them easy marks for raiders.
The man who had dragged him that great distance was large, with a muscular frame that made Uri look like a small boy by comparison. There was a subtle accent, but he spoke basic perfectly, as if he had been speaking it for most of his career life. Around his body was strapped numerous weapons and body armor, marking him as the obvious security captain for this run. Uri promptly removed the letter from his vest and opened it, waxy bits crumbling to the ground. A quick read over it and he realized that he was late to the meeting because his ship had arrived an hour late. That would explain the dragging away from his breakfast.
"Razzer frazzen.....brutish...blah."<i></i> He mumbled under his breath, pulling a red stick candy from his pocket, unwrapping it and sticking it between his lips. He would have his sugar, but at the cost of his emergency lolly.
"Come now, ninja-man. We leave." The big man gestured to the front cart and vanished in between the line of armored wagons. Hopping on board, stuffing his pack between some crates, he found a comfy spot to lie down and watched as the sky passed by between the break of carts.
It was at least an hour later when Uri heard a small chatter going through radio comms. He got up and hung out of the back of the wagon, hanging onto a handlebar and scouted out the area. They were heading towards a rocky path that had high walls and numerous cliffs. The perfect place to set-up ambush. For normal people it would be obvious if the caravan stopped and they tried to deal with it, but not if someone could just be dropped off and deal with threat. The guard captain waved Uri on and he nodded, letting go of the grip and blurring out of sight in that instant. Not too long after, he was on a high perched cliff, shadowed by the smallest of outcroppings. Their instincts had been right. Marauders dotted the nooks and crannies waiting for merchants and trade convoys to pass through. Uri, still hungry, spent little time getting to work. For someone who was used to always having a full stomach, especially when it came to shinobi-work, he was a little less than cheery when having to do this. One by one, he snuck up behind each of the concealed bandits and tried a new technique he had been working on. Instead of conjuring larger crystals and encasing them, he made much tinier ones and cocooned them in spun chakra sugar. Only a few minutes passed by and he had made a point of sitting on a cliff closet to the opening of the roadway. Legs dangling, swinging back and forth, he pulled bits of cotton candy off a bandit he had perched near himself and ate away.
As the caravan neared, he rejoined the group of men who were astonished at his efficiency. Uri may not have been the most serious-looking ninja in the world, but he was more than capable. The guard captain approached him with a raised eyebrow. Uri replied, "You'll find a pile of them at the end of this canyon, all tied up. I suggest we take them with us if we don't want them to die. Oh, and this guy."<i></i> Pulling on a near invisible string of chakra sugar, the bandit atop the cliff rolled off and landed with a loud FUHWUMP.
"Not bad, little shinobi. You did well for a scrawny man."
Shrugging off the back-handed comments, he crawled back into the caravan's lead wagon and decided to catch some Zs. If anymore bandits showed up, he would have to sweeten up their day too.
WC: 1069