1 The Outskirts (Open to all) Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:37 pm
Reag
D-rank
Reag grabbed his head, still feeling the pounding aftereffects of his late night activities. Wincing in the late afternoon light, the newly minted Special Jounin clutched at his eyes. Blinding lights did not help hangovers. Some people would say that a fifteen year old had no business drinking. Those people where obviously dead wrong. The wire user would celebrate however he wanted too, legality be damned. It’s not like he had plans to become a drunkard after all, only to make merry with his peers over his promotion. And what a cause for celebration it was! The leaf shinobi had barely been a member of the Konoha Ninja Corps for nine months, and already he was receiving his second promotion. There had even been a few covert offers from some of the more exclusive divisions. Personally, the ex Chuunin had his sights set on the Sword Saints. After all, he was the last practitioner of the ‘Dance of the Moon’, what use to be Konohas Signature Kenjutsu style.
Pulling himself up and out of bed, the Special Jounin took a look around his apartment. He had moved out of his parents place after a loud argument over the safty of his chosen profession. The ninja was civilian born, after all, and the very first of his name to enter the dark world of shinobi. Not that he would let that stop him. Already, Reag had several ideas of how to become the head of his own clan, and possibly build up his own reputation as a dreaded warrior. It would still take time, however, and his targets in the bingo book could wait for now. He would get around to capturing them at a later date, when he was more heavily equipped and better trained. Perhaps some time in the ANBU core would give him the edge he needed.
Dispelling the idle thoughts that floated through his alcohol addled brain, the newly promoted ninja began his morning ritual; Prayer at the altar, brushing of the teeth, shower, twenty minutes of reading, and finally thirty minutes of calculations. He had been studying jutsus for a while now, and had begun to work on a mathematical formula for total area denial via the Shadow Clone Shuriken technique. If he could complete it, it would lead to an incredibly useful tool in his arsenal, and possible the boost he needed to take out the likes of Ukiyo or The Whimsical Sniper. That was a dream worth training towards. He knew, realistically, that he had no chance against any of the high ranked nukenin, but it was good to dream. While he thought big, if he ever encountered either of those two ninjas, he knew to flee on site.
After finishing up his daily routine, along with taking a few headache pills, the fifteen year old ninja began to plan out his day. Fortunately for him, today was a day off for most of the official teams, meaning he would have plenty of time to spend training. Unfortunately, he had horrible luck with these types of days. They would always end with him either in a fight or running for his life. Hell, he had a whole week of days like this when he visited Suna as a Genin. He was going to forget that little fiasco any time soon. So today he was going to play it safe. With his plans finally settled, Reag decided to head to the outskirts of the village, beyond the outer walls, and to train in the forests around the Hidden Village. Chances are nothing would disturb him there.
Reag quickly got himself dressed; Reinforced jackets and pants layered itself on top of civilian underclothes, providing a decent protection against simple attacks. Clothing taken care of, the Special Jounin began to equip himself with his weapons. He started with a retracting knife on his left wrist and moved onto a Kopis on his belt. It took him a total of fifteen minutes to fully dress himself for his day of training, but in the end, he felt the wasted time was worth it. You could never know when something unexpected would happen, and he liked to be ready for potential catastrophes. Finally, the wire using ninja grabbed mask, attaching it to his face. The grey porcelain mask had become something akin to his trade mark, something he knew he would eventually be known for. Unlike the masks the ANBU wore, this one was a lot more personalized, as it was created from a mold of Reag’s own face.
Finally happy with himself, the Special Jounin left his apartment. In a few short minutes, he was already in the forests around Konoha. He figured he would work on his Kenjutsu today. Yes. That seemed appropriate for an unlucky day such as this.
Word Count: 805/1600 (Perfected Weapon Refining, -20% from Gifted Trait)
Pulling himself up and out of bed, the Special Jounin took a look around his apartment. He had moved out of his parents place after a loud argument over the safty of his chosen profession. The ninja was civilian born, after all, and the very first of his name to enter the dark world of shinobi. Not that he would let that stop him. Already, Reag had several ideas of how to become the head of his own clan, and possibly build up his own reputation as a dreaded warrior. It would still take time, however, and his targets in the bingo book could wait for now. He would get around to capturing them at a later date, when he was more heavily equipped and better trained. Perhaps some time in the ANBU core would give him the edge he needed.
Dispelling the idle thoughts that floated through his alcohol addled brain, the newly promoted ninja began his morning ritual; Prayer at the altar, brushing of the teeth, shower, twenty minutes of reading, and finally thirty minutes of calculations. He had been studying jutsus for a while now, and had begun to work on a mathematical formula for total area denial via the Shadow Clone Shuriken technique. If he could complete it, it would lead to an incredibly useful tool in his arsenal, and possible the boost he needed to take out the likes of Ukiyo or The Whimsical Sniper. That was a dream worth training towards. He knew, realistically, that he had no chance against any of the high ranked nukenin, but it was good to dream. While he thought big, if he ever encountered either of those two ninjas, he knew to flee on site.
After finishing up his daily routine, along with taking a few headache pills, the fifteen year old ninja began to plan out his day. Fortunately for him, today was a day off for most of the official teams, meaning he would have plenty of time to spend training. Unfortunately, he had horrible luck with these types of days. They would always end with him either in a fight or running for his life. Hell, he had a whole week of days like this when he visited Suna as a Genin. He was going to forget that little fiasco any time soon. So today he was going to play it safe. With his plans finally settled, Reag decided to head to the outskirts of the village, beyond the outer walls, and to train in the forests around the Hidden Village. Chances are nothing would disturb him there.
Reag quickly got himself dressed; Reinforced jackets and pants layered itself on top of civilian underclothes, providing a decent protection against simple attacks. Clothing taken care of, the Special Jounin began to equip himself with his weapons. He started with a retracting knife on his left wrist and moved onto a Kopis on his belt. It took him a total of fifteen minutes to fully dress himself for his day of training, but in the end, he felt the wasted time was worth it. You could never know when something unexpected would happen, and he liked to be ready for potential catastrophes. Finally, the wire using ninja grabbed mask, attaching it to his face. The grey porcelain mask had become something akin to his trade mark, something he knew he would eventually be known for. Unlike the masks the ANBU wore, this one was a lot more personalized, as it was created from a mold of Reag’s own face.
Finally happy with himself, the Special Jounin left his apartment. In a few short minutes, he was already in the forests around Konoha. He figured he would work on his Kenjutsu today. Yes. That seemed appropriate for an unlucky day such as this.
Word Count: 805/1600 (Perfected Weapon Refining, -20% from Gifted Trait)