1 A Cat within the Mist [Opened / No Kill] Sun Dec 21, 2014 7:30 pm
The Jackal
D-rank
Behind the heavy mist a couple of doors hissed opened; The Jackal stood against them. “Hello there, I am here to visit this wonderful village.” he said while nodding that head once in a sign of respect.
With suspicious eyes the guard analyzed him from head to toes. “What is your name, stranger?” was the question which he posed.
The Jackal reached inside that white garment of his, in order to take out a small piece of paper. “Here is my ID Card. As you can see, my name is Okita Rintarō, and that good looking fellow in the picture is me.” were the words which he used to introduce himself before letting out a heartily chuckle to loosen up the rather tense atmosphere. The guard’s lips almost curled within a smile, although he preferred to hide it and remain professional. “I’ll need to register this before we can let you in, Okita.” he mumbled while reaching for a pen in order to write down the necessary information.
While the information was being written down, the ronin took a good look over his surroundings. “How can anybody be able to find such a village... the tourists are probably nonexistent here.” were the word which posed inside his mind. His green eyes scattered around his vicinity, as this was his first time around a large village of shinobi. Impressed and excited are the best words to describe his current state. After a few minutes, the guard approached him once more. “The paperwork is done. You can now enter the village, oh, and here’s your ID Card.” he said while his right hand extended towards The Jackal.
The Jackal took back his card and placed in where it belong, inside his right pocket located beneath his white robe. “Thank you.” he thanked the shinobi which was in charge of the gates before storming inside the village with excitement. “WOW!” he exclaimed while founding himself within a large intersection of roads. “This place... is humongous.” were the words which escaped between his lips; that head of his was twisting within every direction, he did not knew where to start first. The inn or the bars where the buildings in which he took most interest, although he stood there on the nearby the roads. Both of his arms were crossed, while his right leg was tapping the stones beneath his rapidly. Indecisive was the young ronin.
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With suspicious eyes the guard analyzed him from head to toes. “What is your name, stranger?” was the question which he posed.
The Jackal reached inside that white garment of his, in order to take out a small piece of paper. “Here is my ID Card. As you can see, my name is Okita Rintarō, and that good looking fellow in the picture is me.” were the words which he used to introduce himself before letting out a heartily chuckle to loosen up the rather tense atmosphere. The guard’s lips almost curled within a smile, although he preferred to hide it and remain professional. “I’ll need to register this before we can let you in, Okita.” he mumbled while reaching for a pen in order to write down the necessary information.
While the information was being written down, the ronin took a good look over his surroundings. “How can anybody be able to find such a village... the tourists are probably nonexistent here.” were the word which posed inside his mind. His green eyes scattered around his vicinity, as this was his first time around a large village of shinobi. Impressed and excited are the best words to describe his current state. After a few minutes, the guard approached him once more. “The paperwork is done. You can now enter the village, oh, and here’s your ID Card.” he said while his right hand extended towards The Jackal.
The Jackal took back his card and placed in where it belong, inside his right pocket located beneath his white robe. “Thank you.” he thanked the shinobi which was in charge of the gates before storming inside the village with excitement. “WOW!” he exclaimed while founding himself within a large intersection of roads. “This place... is humongous.” were the words which escaped between his lips; that head of his was twisting within every direction, he did not knew where to start first. The inn or the bars where the buildings in which he took most interest, although he stood there on the nearby the roads. Both of his arms were crossed, while his right leg was tapping the stones beneath his rapidly. Indecisive was the young ronin.
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