1 The Perfect Souvenir [Adzumi/private/nokill] Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:33 pm
Fukai
D-rank
Fukai was due to enter the next round of the chuunin exams the day after next but his mind was on everything else. Most recently was the girl by the name Adzumi Mizuno, the petite lamb that had caught his eye that night a couple of days ago. After he had left, she had slipped his mind until today, the day in which he was supposed to meet her. He had left that night without hearing her answer as to whether she would turn up, who knows, maybe she had come to her senses and not wished to trouble herself with the likes of him. He did recall that she said she wasn't going to play it safe, although that could have all been bravado or just playing along with the moment. The girl seemed to enjoy that midnight meeting but maybe she would see things in a different light in the light of day. 'Course, if she didn't turn up, it wasn't too much skin off of his nose, it wasn't like he was infatuated with the girl after one meeting, more that he was interested in her for the sake of spending more time with her. These thoughts crossed his mind as he walked up to the Skybar.
His blood red scarf was coiled around his shoulders, covering his neck and jaw. White hair tied back with a little more care than usual, ponytail draped across his shoulder. Covering his torso was a black, orange and purple jacket with the clan emblem on the back. It was open down the front and ruffled, with a white shirt underneath. His trousers were charcoal grey and made of light material and underneath them were simple cloth shoes. Strapped to his back was his old and worn wooden staff, his tired companion that had been at his side in battle for a while now. Another small bonus of being given the honour of representing the village was he was given access to funds to pay for clothing and food. After all, it wouldn't do to show that the strongest genin in the village had been ignored and brushed under the mat as a kid. Fukai smiled ruefully at this thought, wondering if things would change when he returned.
The sun was out and it was a lovely day, not a cloud could be seen in the sky. Heat filled the thin mountain air and caused a few beads of sweat to gather underneath Fukai's clothes. The large man walked into the courtyard where he had left Mizuno, his lithe step and perfect poster letting him drift across the pavement with ease.
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His blood red scarf was coiled around his shoulders, covering his neck and jaw. White hair tied back with a little more care than usual, ponytail draped across his shoulder. Covering his torso was a black, orange and purple jacket with the clan emblem on the back. It was open down the front and ruffled, with a white shirt underneath. His trousers were charcoal grey and made of light material and underneath them were simple cloth shoes. Strapped to his back was his old and worn wooden staff, his tired companion that had been at his side in battle for a while now. Another small bonus of being given the honour of representing the village was he was given access to funds to pay for clothing and food. After all, it wouldn't do to show that the strongest genin in the village had been ignored and brushed under the mat as a kid. Fukai smiled ruefully at this thought, wondering if things would change when he returned.
The sun was out and it was a lovely day, not a cloud could be seen in the sky. Heat filled the thin mountain air and caused a few beads of sweat to gather underneath Fukai's clothes. The large man walked into the courtyard where he had left Mizuno, his lithe step and perfect poster letting him drift across the pavement with ease.
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