Watching a Sunset [Open]

[Santaru Arisu]

The dragon tooth pass was beautiful. As the evening slowly became closer to sunset, it was defiantly an awkward place to have a picnic. He had already been observed by an Anbu or two but for the most part they left him alone. If he was planning to make a missing attempt then he was certainly being very patient about it. This however was not the case. He took a bite into his rice ball with an overall pleasant glee. He had been out here all day napping, eating, and generally just enjoying the day. It drew attention but where he was gave him the best few of this beautiful place. The plateau he was on made for a wonderful vantage point he often wondered why they did not have a guard tower here.

If he continued any farther he would run into “Impassable terrain”. Still overlooking the gate sort of was fun. He got to see the general in and outs which were rare and he got to upset a few Anbu since watching him apparently required attention. He wondered if someone was ordered to watch him or if just generally anyone who spent a day at the gates got this special treatment.

It never occurred to him that these Anbu would have anything better to do. He could very well be manning a few people down for a mission. You would think that someone of Jounin level would pay more attention to most things. The sleepy seventeen year old however seemed to not care at all.

All he really cared about was the sun, which would set just perfectly over the mountains in a few minutes and then he would be done for the day. He smiled to himself and thought about his rivals and wondered if any of them ever did something like this. He figured there was no way any of them had such a wonderful view.

Sipping delicately on his warm tea he starting to toss and catch a kunai to keep his jittery hands busy…

Did he hate days where he did not have missions.

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[Tagiushi Moro]

Moro had been called down to the gates on 'special assignment', and he wasn't too happy about it. Not that it put him in a particularly bad mood or anything, just that he tended to get pissy whenever his drinking was interrupted for any reason. Being previously off-duty, he wasn't wearing his standard ANBU gear. Just his typical green t-shirt with his family's symbol on the front: a pigeon wearing a boulder hat, smoking a cigarette, flying through a lightning storm. Blue jeans that were a bit faded from wear, not from style; and sandals.

"Sir!" a breathless trainee ran up to Moro as he approached the gates.

"Don't call me sir, trainee. report."

"Of course s-s...Senpai?" Moro fixed the trainee with a glare. "A-a-anyways, there is a Jounin sitting on top of the wall, he has been there all day, eating and drinking tea, and now he is playing with a kunai. We think the escalating situation warranted attention. His name is-"

"That will be all trainee, thank you. Sounds very dire indeed." He waved the trainee off with a hand and rolled his eyes.

the ANBU corporal made his way up as close as he could to the top of the wall via access ladders put up upon his arrival, and jumped the remaining short distance to the top of the wall. He landed with a grunt, muttering under his breath "Raiden's balls, I'm getting too old for this shit." Constant wear and tear of his body in the field under high strain made the 23 year old's body feel as if he were 60. Every morning he woke up with flaring pain in his joints, and the mednin assured him there was simply nothing to be done without the use of narcotics. Why take pills when he could drink. It was much cheaper. Truthfully he had never expected in his wildest dreams to live this long, and there was something to be said about actually being able to wake up every day, as opposed to, well, not.

It seemed like Moro was always the one taking any sort of calls where personal interaction was involved. Hostage situations, Negotiations, and of course, talking people off ledges. It wasn't really a strong suit of the other ANBU so he was called often. Even the Vice Commander of the ANBU corps had labeled Moro a "sleazy charmer."

He calmly walked over to the nin, taking in his shoulder length blonde hair, piercing grey eyes startlingly similar to his own, slender frame, and most importantly, the blade at his side. Seeing that he stopped short, about 30 feet away from the man. That was no ordinary weapon. He was younger than Moro, and looked it too, but if his intel could be believed he was far stronger. Seeing that blade was all the confirmation Moro needed. his "playing with a knife" seemed to be nothing more than idling. Moro himself was prone to spinning shuriken around his fingers when he was bored. Playing with tools that can take lives was just part of the territory of being a nin, really. The tea was also a pretty clear indicator that this guy wasn't about to nuke, he had been in this spot all day and didn't appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. You could never be too careful, though.

"Hey there!" Moro called in a friendly tone, his most charming grin plastered across his face. "Nice day huh? You can't find sunsets like this anywhere else in the world, eh?" he laughed. "So, what brings you atop the wall this fine kumogakurean eve?"

 

[Santaru Arisu]

OOC: His voice is Alphonse from FMA Brotherhood.

As Kirito had been aware of the Anbu who were suspicious about his presence. He too also became aware of the man who was starting to approach him. He figured it was about time someone actually came forward and wondered what it was he was doing here. He had been here for ten hours…ten. Took the Anbu all of a half an hour to find him and then they just ended up waiting him out. Silly really but he was happy to finally have some company. After all Anbu did not normally talk quite as much as Kirito ever hoped. He had no real idea why but poking fun at the Anbu always seemed to help him pass the time by. Sure it was mean but really he could not help himself sometimes.

Either way as the man drew closer he seemed to pause for a bit. Kirito had no idea way but either way he eventually came forward and gave him a very happy greeting which he had not really expected. Kirito tossed the kunai down and stood up. He had a very charming grin which would have won almost any lady. Thank good Kirito only looked somewhat like a lady. When Kirito laid eyes on the man he noticed that their eyes were very identical. I took Kirito a few moments before he pulled himself over that fact.

Shifting a bit Kirito nodded to him and then bowed forward. “My name is Heriashi Kirito. I am a Special Jounin of Kumo and I agree that finding sunsets like these is very difficult to come across. Hence why I decided to find the best vantage point and us it.”

He lifted himself up and looked back out at the sunset and smiled happily. The sun was very close to perfection now and it actually warmed him up a bit to see such things. “I came up onto the walls so I could actually see the sunset. This place is so well foritified you cannot see the suns beauty.”

Reaching into hi satchel he pulled out a scroll and pumped a bit of chakra into it. Afterwards his body appeared completely covered in swords.

Across his back were three blades.

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going from right shoulder to left hand.

going from left shoulder to right hand.

and finally this one going vertical.

this appeared on his left hip

and finally this one on his right.

He pulled out the one on his right hip and held it out to the sun and it started to slowly glow a light yellow. He chuckled a little and said, “Hyperion wanted to see a new form of sunlight. So I brought him here, along with my other favorites to see a sunset which is so difficult to see in Kumo.”

Looking over at his new found acquaintance he asked, “May I ask your name and what brought you up here?”

 

[Tagiushi Moro]

The man stood up, dropping his kunai, which put Moro at ease. He then bowed and introduced himself, stating his reason for being on top of the gates. Moro laughed again, genuinely this time. “I think every nin in the village has hung out here at one point or another.” He wouldn’t bow, he wasn’t comfortable taking his eyes off Kirito yet, but he would put his hand out for a shake.

“Yeah, part of the disadvantage of being in a hidden village, the sun is hidden too!”</B><i></i> He smiled again.

Oddly, Kirito then palmed a small scroll, which put Moro back on guard. No dangerous ninjutsu flew out of the scroll, or strange summoning beasts, but Moro could see strange markings appear on Kirito’s wrists, they seemed to continue up his arms. When Kirito slowly drew the sword on his right hip, Moro visibly tensed. Partially from Reflexes, and partially from the numerous watchers all now simultaneously screaming in his ear. “Corporal! Corporal! Request backup immediately! He drew a weapon!” With the chatter growing in frequency and pitch when the blade started GLOWING, with one hand, Moro calmly pulled out his earpiece and tossed it over the wall. He closed the remaining distance to Kirito to offer his hand. <B>“Names’ Tagiushi Moro.” He grimaced embarrassingly. “Truth is, I’m ANBU, and I was called up here to ‘talk you off the ledge’ so to speak, in case you were doing…something suspicious.” He shrugged.

“Wasn’t my idea. Fella can’t get any time to himself nowadays if you ask me. You know, if you don’t mind me asking, quite frankly, I’ve never seen a sword like that. Is the glow from chakra or actually from the sun? How are you doing that!?” Curiosity took over. Caution thrown to the wind, he almost assuredly would be getting chewed out later for his behavior. Moro had just never seen a sword so, for lack of a better term, cool.

 

[Santaru Arisu]

Kirito noticed the man did not bow but put his hand out for Kirito to take. While this was very interesting, he was totally familiar with the concept but he took his hand and shook it.

Kirito laughed when the man said that the biggest issue with being a part of a hidden village is that the sun is also hidden too. He shifted a bit and noticed the man always became tenser whenever he did something. Kirito ignored it and figured that someone would have had to check him out sooner or later.

Kirito watched as the man pulled out an ear piece and watched as it feel down onto the gate floor. So much so that Kirito even watched it as it hit. He sort of felt bad but whatever noise was coming from it seemed to be a tad bit obnoxious. Either way he looked at him and said, “Shouldn’t we go and get it…or is that thing not very important?”

When the man gave his name and his real reasoning for coming to speak with Kirito, he simply just nodded. “Well Tagiushi-san that makes a lot of sense considering my placement. I had noticed them for a while now but figured if I was actually causing a problem I would have been notified.”

He quickly explained that it was not his idea at all. He moved onto something that pressed him a bit more and simply asked him about the blade. Kirito smiled and said, “Well to be honest this really is just a manifestation of chakra and metal made physical. Its name is Hermes and he is made from the stuff that glues reality together. Thus it is a Sunder Reality Blade. It’s just really good against defensive stuff. Only those of the Seikon bloodline can make or even hold this blade.”

He smiled and the glow from the sword started to die away and then he slide it back into its sheath. “Because I am of the Nanjiro Bloodline I can also hear weapons. So I asked what his name was and he told me.”

Kirito had just given away that he was two different bloodline what was physically impossible. Beyond that though everything else was normal about him. If the man could see chakra he would notice three different colored chakra flowing through him but if not then he would just have to accept the weird explanation for what it was.

“What is it like to be an Anbu?”

 

[Tagiushi Moro]

"Nah, its not important. Don't worry about it."

Moro listened intently to Kirito's explanation. As time went on, the more he learned about the nature of chakra and shinobi the more he was convinced he had barely scraped the surface. The notions of what was possible or not were constantly being redefined, and that was just in this pissant backwater corner of the world called Lightning Country. I've really got to go out and see more of the world at some point, Moro thought to himself absently. He hoped he wasn't being overly familiar or annoying by asking more questions. "Thats truly fascinating. Who made it for you? How do you even go about getting such a material?"

He thought he was following the explanation up until the man claimed he had two bloodlines. Moro was certain he had misheard him, so he didn't press the issue. It definitely made him lose his train of thought. It at least made sense that Kirito would have such masterwork blades being a Nanjiro, but hadn't he said that only 'timewalkers' could even manipulate blades of that nature?

Even Moro's own Sensei, the Reagent Commander of ANBU, had shared a bloodline with Moro at one point. The air between the two of them, when they were in the same room, would almost physically crackle with energy. Now, there was nothing. Moro doubted the woman had lost all of her chakra completely, especially in such a position of power, so the concept wasn't completely foreign to him. He did think it would be rude to ask Kirito directly about it, atleast now, since he had just met the jounin, he was glad when he asked Moro about the corps.

"Well, if you're into the whole fraternity thing, you know, brotherhood, comradery...then its not for you. Theres loyalty atleast, knowing that at least in combat, someone always has your back. Its a luxury that less shinobi than you'd think have. I will say this. The greatest misconception is that there is no honor, no glory to what we do. We do whatever it takes to complete the objective. To win. No matter what the cost. If you die and complete your mission, you only did what was expected of you. If you live and fail, don't even bother coming home."

Now he was glad he had gotten rid of his headset. He wouldn't have been able to give such an honest answer if he'd kept it. He probably looked a bit distant, but with his return to the corps and the addition of so many familiar faces he had considered lost, his older memories were starting to bleed through and interfere with his day to day. He was glad to be here though, to be able to watch the sunset with a stranger and have an honest conversation. He knew one thing for sure, the majesty of the sunset, the threadbare warmth of the dying sun on his skin, felt good.

 

[Santaru Arisu]

He was informed that he should not worry about it and that everything was okay. Well Kirito really just needed to accept that for what it was. Nothing really special about it. The people figured out that he was not trying to nuke and this guy was actually having a conversation with him. He was very happy about this.

Kirito blushed a little bit at the next question that was asked of him. He looked over and stated, “Well I am a black smith as such I make all of my own stuff. These swords however are relic swords from the Nanjiro Clan. I inherited them and was presented to them from my uncle. As for the materials I have no idea who crafted these special blades but I would love to apprentice under him.”

He missed learning how to use a forge. He really needed to find a new master. Maybe there was someone in the Cloud village? Either way that should probably be his next goal. Start up a forge and possible find a master. What if he was now considered a master and people started to try and apprentice under him? He was very worried about that.

When Kirito asked him about the Anbu corps and what it was like he gave him a very interesting definition. A fraternity? What is that?

When he mentioned brotherhood he got that part down a bit better. Apparently if you liked those traits then that was not the group for you. As he slowly mentioned more and more about it was when Kirito started to like them more and more. Kirito was a solo act himself who rarely enjoyed going on missions with others.

Being a Jounin meant that now he very little got to do solo missions. It was a real shame but he hoped in the future he would be able to do more and more of them. Missions seemed to be very slow in the shinobi world at the moment. Itonami-sama had informed him not to join the Medical or Anbu shinobi teams. He should stick in main branch and try to remain safe until he returned. This caused him issues because he always wanted to be an Anbu.

“I wanted to join Anbu but my Uncle told me not to due to me being a Chimera. Shame really I hate having to only do missions when mission rates are so low.”

 

[Tagiushi Moro]

Moro noticed the jounin blush at the topic of his weapons. If the man wasn't already at ease, he would hammer it home. "You know, I have great respect for those who take up a craft. Be it blacksmithing, or music, or art, we shinobi spend far too much time, place altogether too much value, and rate our merits solely on our ability to destroy. What ever happened to creating? Sometimes I get so tired of being the one who destroys the sandcastle, instead of the one building it." He looked up expectantly at Kirito. "Would you mind if I saw some of your work sometime? I really need a blade that isn't standard issue. Something that could put real love into. Mostly i'd just like to see what you've made!" He grinned.

"Well, if its any consolation, kinjutsu of any type are accepted. A couple are distrusted, but that wouldn't have any impact on your standing in the corps." Pointedly he did not name them. "Granted I don't know your uncle, but more to the point, my advice would be to be your own man if at all possible. In retrospect, you'll be glad you did." Moro spoke from experience, turning his head to look out at the pastel dwindling shards of light dancing across the mountaintops as he sat down, one leg flat on the ground, the other knee up, his right arm absently dangling across the upturned appendage. At times you really did have to stop and smell the roses to stay sane. Moro really needed more friends outside the corps. It was so easy to forget how pathologically insane some of them were when you spend every second in proximity.

 

[Santaru Arisu]

Moro questioned and said it was awesome that Kirito did something that created. He spoke about how annoying it was that there was way too much merit on killing and destruction. Kirito could kind of understand that but to be honest he really only cared about the concept of destruction. Destruction was what he enjoyed.

He made a comment about how he wished to be the one who builds the sand castle instead of the one who kicks it over. He looked up at him expectantly after that and he stammered a bit, placing his fingers together. He thankfully did not ask for him to be on his side about it. Instead of that he simply asked if he could see his work.

Kirito shook his head but then said, “Yes of course you can come see my work. Though I must admit that the Nanjiro swords that I have collected are much more impressive than anything I have personally made.”

The advice that he gave him sort of blustered him. He felt like he had someone here who he thought actually cared about his works and was actually encouraging. Kirito felt something very interesting which for some reason he felt like he had not felt it before…it was good.

Kirito smiled at him and said, “Well I would say that unless I am attacked or imprisoned I’ll assume I am on good terms with the village.”

Kirito felt a little awkward now and sat down. “I’ll probably be leaving soon but is there anything else?”

 

[Tagiushi Moro]

“Yes of course you can come see my work. Though I must admit that the Nanjiro swords that I have collected are much more impressive than anything I have personally made.”

Moro laughed softly, "That's quite alright. I'm not sure that I am in the market for anything fancy either way, money is fairly tight and i have a habit of losing things in my line of work. Was thinking that if I had something nicer than standard issue maybe i would have better luck hanging onto it." and I would probably end up using less makeshift garrotes.

They bantered briefly about Kinjutsu, a popular topic in the village now a days it seemed, considering the materials could be obtained without risk, other than surgery of course. As Moro sat down to better admire the view, he sensed it. a slight shift in Kirito's weight, he joined him on the ground but seemed unsure. his statement following confirmed what Moro had ascertained. time to take my leave.

He stole a few more seconds of sunset before hopping back to his feet. "No, that will be all." Moro smirked. "I will seek out your workshop sometime. It certainly was a pleasure meeting you Kirito." He hopped from the wall, the impact he would've hardly felt a few short years ago sent shock waves of pain through his knees. Trainees swarmed him awaiting directions, he warded them off with a glare.

[topic left: thanks kirito!]

 

[Santaru Arisu]

Kirito was a bit sad that the man was not really interested in buying anything. He thought for sure he had caught someone in the market to be his first ever purchase. Of course he was still new in town and finding a blacksmith to train under would probably be the best idea considering his new living arrangement.

He shifted slightly and nodded to him in response, though it was interesting that he made a comment that he seems to lose everything. Maybe that is something that he could work into a special weapon for him.

He probably should not have said he would leave soon because right as that was said his friend got up and hopped right off to the ground and left him to his own thoughts again. Kirito was unsure whether or not he liked being alone or not. He began to pack up some of his things and remember that he needed to get ready for tomorrow. Big day tomorrow. No relaxing.

He would also need to prepare his workshop so that way when Moro came to visit it would at least look like a half decent place. He smiled to himself and started to climb down the same way he got up there.

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OOC: Thanks you too. Sorry I got caught up in stuff but I am back if you ever want to rp.