1 Inquisitive Lunch (Private/No Kill) Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:40 pm
Zinan
D-rank
It was a windy day in Konohagakure. Leaves were tossed about, dust was kicked up in lazy, miniature cyclones, and birds struggled to stay aloft. Some children, still too young to be in the academy, scampered here and there, playing games of Ninja vs Nuke-nin and others. Zinan's mouth was grimly set in a frown. Their innocence irritated him. He had no such blissful youth. No child wanted to play with a freak who shot webs from his arms. Zinan snorted with laughter when a kid tripped and fell into the dust.
When the youngster started crying, Zinan leapt into the trees and headed about his way, through the branches and over rooftops. He was taking a break in his training to grab some lunch, webwork was tiresome after all. He idly checked his various pockets for his weapons. Three shuriken and a kunai. That's all he had; well that and his clan's alienating kekkei genkai.
Zinan paused for a moment when his destination finally came in sight. The famed Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Not seeing anything too suspicious, other than the lack of four legged animals, Zinan dropped down to the street below. He could feel his web glands shudder with the impact; the small amount of web, inside them, shifted. He idly scratched near the web gland on his left arm as he walked into the shop. He sat down on a stool as the man behind the counter approached him. "I'll take a bowl of beef ramen," Zinan growled out. The man nodded with a smile and turned to prepare the food. The shinobi scanned the places around him, always watching, always expecting an attack.
He sensed someone approach and his hand reached to the pocket near his backside. Zinan played it off like he was scratching his back, but in truth, his hand slipped into the pocket. He palmed a shuriken, which shielded it from view, and continued to act casual. Zinan smiled at the man behind the counter and dropped his head slightly, as he tried to look past his shoulder and under the flaps of the shop.
WC: 357
Total WC: 357
When the youngster started crying, Zinan leapt into the trees and headed about his way, through the branches and over rooftops. He was taking a break in his training to grab some lunch, webwork was tiresome after all. He idly checked his various pockets for his weapons. Three shuriken and a kunai. That's all he had; well that and his clan's alienating kekkei genkai.
Zinan paused for a moment when his destination finally came in sight. The famed Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Not seeing anything too suspicious, other than the lack of four legged animals, Zinan dropped down to the street below. He could feel his web glands shudder with the impact; the small amount of web, inside them, shifted. He idly scratched near the web gland on his left arm as he walked into the shop. He sat down on a stool as the man behind the counter approached him. "I'll take a bowl of beef ramen," Zinan growled out. The man nodded with a smile and turned to prepare the food. The shinobi scanned the places around him, always watching, always expecting an attack.
He sensed someone approach and his hand reached to the pocket near his backside. Zinan played it off like he was scratching his back, but in truth, his hand slipped into the pocket. He palmed a shuriken, which shielded it from view, and continued to act casual. Zinan smiled at the man behind the counter and dropped his head slightly, as he tried to look past his shoulder and under the flaps of the shop.
WC: 357
Total WC: 357
Last edited by Zinan on Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:33 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Added Word Count)