1 Solid for a Solid [Training/Saiyuki/Invite Only/No Kill] Tue Dec 24, 2013 1:54 pm
Kenji Chikara
D-rank
His body was lax, letting it seemingly droop over the bed. The shinobi pushed his tired body up began his morning routine.
“Brushed teeth, check, Brushed hair, check, Shinobi gear, check, Cleaned weapons…”
“Oh nooo!” Kenji placed his Hane down on a table and grabbed his cleaning kit. After pulling up a chair he opened up his kit and realized he was all out of the supplies he needed. The stain remover was empty, his silk wire cloth was missing, and most importantly he was out of steel and wood sheen. “This is awful, I can’t go out with dirty sub-par weapons; I have a reputation to uphold.” The ninja leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Why is the ceiling getting further away…” THUMP!
“Ouch! Without my weapons in mint condition, I just can’t function.” It was true, Kenji was extremely nimble and well coordinated, but when his weapons were not to his liking he turned into the clutz of the century. While rubbing his head he attached his basic weapons to his person, kunai and shuriken. They were in a pair of pouches on the back of his hip, and one pouch on each thigh. Kenji was wearing loose fitting black sweat pants and a grey t-shirt. Underneath his shirt though was a body wrap of light grey, almost white cloth. The cloth ran under the t-shirt covering both of his arms and hands. The cloth also snaked up his neck to cover half his face, stopping just under his nose. One piece of Kenji’s arsenal that seemed to be impervious to wear and tear was his gloves of reflection. He slid the sleek and shiny gloves on snug.
As Kenji stepped foot outside his quarters and into the rustling city of the war burdened Kirigakure, in all honesty he wasn’t exactly sure where he could find the supplies he was in need of. “I could try the west district first where the weapon shop is… I was there a few days ago though, the place is a wreck, they were almost out of shuriken, kunai, and were in need of paper explosives bad. Until the next shipment comes in, that is a no for sure. Hmm, where else could I find my precious supplies for my cleaning kit?” After a few more minutes of pondering where the best place to start his search, he finally threw in the towel and decided to just ask around.
Kenji stopped by the fish market first, “Excuse me…” “Are you here to buy fish?!” The shinobi forced a smile as he looked away in annoyance, he cleared his throat, “No, but if I could…” “Sorry, we have no time for non paying customers, we have no time to waster during these times, please go!” Kenji didn’t want to be a nuisance, and he definitely didn’t want to be trouble. Despite his aggravation with the woman’s attitude… he decided that it was best he continued his search elsewhere. After Kenji left a little boy ran up to the woman who had brown hair bobbed to her chin, “Mommy, why didn’t you hear the man?” The mother puffed, “It wasn’t that I was too busy, I just don’t like people with blue hair. What, it gives me the creeps.”
Passing by the standing and well to do structure of Kirigakure was motivation for him to continue on. It would be a shame to let such a historic city, with such great potential fall in the peak of its promise. This was what the shinobi was fighting to protect, and the people that lived here. However, back to the task at hand, Kenji found the next few people he chatted with much more friendly, but still had no clue where he could find his… special supplies. The Jounin was aware they weren’t the most common of supplies, but c’mon.
The shinobi hadn’t wavered in the slightest, he was only more determined. “I have to turn the heat up on my search. How can I be of help to Kirigakure with dirty weapons…?” As Kenji’s mind envisioned him fighting with grimy ninja tools, his bottom lip began to quiver. “I have to find what I’m looking for, I just have to.”
Off to the north, he could here much commotion. There were clearly a lot of people in that area. The more people the more he can ask, the more he can ask the better his chances were. He double timed it to the area; he saw a large stand on top of a platform with a banner hanging from two posts on opposites ends of the platform reading, “FREE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES! STAY HEALTHY DURING THESE DANGEROUS TIMES!” He watched the people clamoring for positions. “This is awesome. I heard one of the shipments from Kiri’s main fruit and vegetable supplier got sacked, that was three days ago. But we were able to get it back! I’m going to get me a basket!” Kenji heard the man say. The determined man was not interested in fruits & veggies at the moment.
Instead, he scanned the area quickly, and began to ask around for help with the locating of his particular supplies. As the number of people he could ask dwindled he had to speed up, as the people were also in a rush to get their baskets and leave. He was able to find a lady that seemed not to be in such a hurry, so he knew he had a chance to at least get a sentence or two out. Kenji approached her at a gradual pace. “Excuse me!” Kenji waved his reflective glove at the lady to get her attention. “Yes, if you don’t mind I have a question. I’m looking for some particular cleaning supplies. Stain remover, silk wire cloth, and steel/wood sheen. Now, if you know where I could find ONE, or have ONE of those things, I would be extremely grateful. In turn, I would owe you. Anything, just ask.” To him obtaining those supplies were priceless, and at this point, just one would do. Kenji knew she could help him, she just had to, and it would be his last shot. After that he would have to resort to spit shining his katana. If she could help him, he was a bit nervous though about what she might ask in return.
Training: 1085
“Brushed teeth, check, Brushed hair, check, Shinobi gear, check, Cleaned weapons…”
“Oh nooo!” Kenji placed his Hane down on a table and grabbed his cleaning kit. After pulling up a chair he opened up his kit and realized he was all out of the supplies he needed. The stain remover was empty, his silk wire cloth was missing, and most importantly he was out of steel and wood sheen. “This is awful, I can’t go out with dirty sub-par weapons; I have a reputation to uphold.” The ninja leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Why is the ceiling getting further away…” THUMP!
“Ouch! Without my weapons in mint condition, I just can’t function.” It was true, Kenji was extremely nimble and well coordinated, but when his weapons were not to his liking he turned into the clutz of the century. While rubbing his head he attached his basic weapons to his person, kunai and shuriken. They were in a pair of pouches on the back of his hip, and one pouch on each thigh. Kenji was wearing loose fitting black sweat pants and a grey t-shirt. Underneath his shirt though was a body wrap of light grey, almost white cloth. The cloth ran under the t-shirt covering both of his arms and hands. The cloth also snaked up his neck to cover half his face, stopping just under his nose. One piece of Kenji’s arsenal that seemed to be impervious to wear and tear was his gloves of reflection. He slid the sleek and shiny gloves on snug.
As Kenji stepped foot outside his quarters and into the rustling city of the war burdened Kirigakure, in all honesty he wasn’t exactly sure where he could find the supplies he was in need of. “I could try the west district first where the weapon shop is… I was there a few days ago though, the place is a wreck, they were almost out of shuriken, kunai, and were in need of paper explosives bad. Until the next shipment comes in, that is a no for sure. Hmm, where else could I find my precious supplies for my cleaning kit?” After a few more minutes of pondering where the best place to start his search, he finally threw in the towel and decided to just ask around.
Kenji stopped by the fish market first, “Excuse me…” “Are you here to buy fish?!” The shinobi forced a smile as he looked away in annoyance, he cleared his throat, “No, but if I could…” “Sorry, we have no time for non paying customers, we have no time to waster during these times, please go!” Kenji didn’t want to be a nuisance, and he definitely didn’t want to be trouble. Despite his aggravation with the woman’s attitude… he decided that it was best he continued his search elsewhere. After Kenji left a little boy ran up to the woman who had brown hair bobbed to her chin, “Mommy, why didn’t you hear the man?” The mother puffed, “It wasn’t that I was too busy, I just don’t like people with blue hair. What, it gives me the creeps.”
Passing by the standing and well to do structure of Kirigakure was motivation for him to continue on. It would be a shame to let such a historic city, with such great potential fall in the peak of its promise. This was what the shinobi was fighting to protect, and the people that lived here. However, back to the task at hand, Kenji found the next few people he chatted with much more friendly, but still had no clue where he could find his… special supplies. The Jounin was aware they weren’t the most common of supplies, but c’mon.
The shinobi hadn’t wavered in the slightest, he was only more determined. “I have to turn the heat up on my search. How can I be of help to Kirigakure with dirty weapons…?” As Kenji’s mind envisioned him fighting with grimy ninja tools, his bottom lip began to quiver. “I have to find what I’m looking for, I just have to.”
Off to the north, he could here much commotion. There were clearly a lot of people in that area. The more people the more he can ask, the more he can ask the better his chances were. He double timed it to the area; he saw a large stand on top of a platform with a banner hanging from two posts on opposites ends of the platform reading, “FREE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES! STAY HEALTHY DURING THESE DANGEROUS TIMES!” He watched the people clamoring for positions. “This is awesome. I heard one of the shipments from Kiri’s main fruit and vegetable supplier got sacked, that was three days ago. But we were able to get it back! I’m going to get me a basket!” Kenji heard the man say. The determined man was not interested in fruits & veggies at the moment.
Instead, he scanned the area quickly, and began to ask around for help with the locating of his particular supplies. As the number of people he could ask dwindled he had to speed up, as the people were also in a rush to get their baskets and leave. He was able to find a lady that seemed not to be in such a hurry, so he knew he had a chance to at least get a sentence or two out. Kenji approached her at a gradual pace. “Excuse me!” Kenji waved his reflective glove at the lady to get her attention. “Yes, if you don’t mind I have a question. I’m looking for some particular cleaning supplies. Stain remover, silk wire cloth, and steel/wood sheen. Now, if you know where I could find ONE, or have ONE of those things, I would be extremely grateful. In turn, I would owe you. Anything, just ask.” To him obtaining those supplies were priceless, and at this point, just one would do. Kenji knew she could help him, she just had to, and it would be his last shot. After that he would have to resort to spit shining his katana. If she could help him, he was a bit nervous though about what she might ask in return.
Training: 1085