1 Drinking a Night Sky, (NK, Invite, Starfire) Thu Apr 14, 2016 2:22 am
Bunshichi
D-rank
It was amazing to see how well the village of Kirigakure had recovered after it’s recent history. Both an invading army and the black fire leaving it’s citizen’s plenty of room to build anew. Sitting just outside of town in a quaint little bar sat a young man with long blonde hair. The Myugan enjoying a nice drink out under the stars while listening to the patrons inside hoot and holler. Dressed in a casual outfit, dark blue collared shirt and long black pants, most wouldn’t guess he traveled and didn’t have a home. His hands however were wrapped up with bandages, in order to hide the puppet armor he wore. A small golden ball with a pair of wings sat on his shoulder, it’s tail cloth flowing down his back and wrapping itself around its owner’s hair. The last strange object to accompany the man was a large steel ball that seemed to naturally follow him wherever he went. A bag beside the young blonde held the remainder of his possessions, a handful of weapons and other tools, along with clothes and other more personal items.
Drinking from a simple preserved gourd, it was a beautiful clear night, and while the tavern patrons were rowdy it didn’t distract him from the night sky. He was finally in Kiri and while he wasn’t strong enough yet his goal burned brightly in his mind. He had plans, and more than one, tormenting the Mizukage was but a simple one in the mix. Her death a much bigger desire, but that was for the future. To cause the death of his brother was by definition revenge, but that was exactly what he wanted. His brother’s grave was rather fitting though, a pristine headstone alongside the elite of his village. A curious thought popped into the Myugan’s mind, what happened to all of his weapons? A man famous for using so many legendary ones, where were they now? Answers for another time. Only one truly interested him, Temper, a warhammer with incredible potential and his brother’s favorite. It was a shame he never got to see it for himself when he first met the man, but pairs reputation served as enough tease to seek it out.
It wasn’t long before a drinking glass flew from the bar, it was on the edge of town for a reason. Some of the most rowdiest patrons came to drink here, some even to fight. Known as the alcoholic arena for those who would challenge Kiri’s elite drinker. Another Myugan that would take any challenge rather it was by fist or glass, the young Myugan’s brother always won. His brother was a great man, his stories even greater, not always believable though. A calm smile came over the man’s face as he thought back. His brother loved to ramble on and on about a woman in his village. A woman that later would become the Mizukage.
489 words
Drinking from a simple preserved gourd, it was a beautiful clear night, and while the tavern patrons were rowdy it didn’t distract him from the night sky. He was finally in Kiri and while he wasn’t strong enough yet his goal burned brightly in his mind. He had plans, and more than one, tormenting the Mizukage was but a simple one in the mix. Her death a much bigger desire, but that was for the future. To cause the death of his brother was by definition revenge, but that was exactly what he wanted. His brother’s grave was rather fitting though, a pristine headstone alongside the elite of his village. A curious thought popped into the Myugan’s mind, what happened to all of his weapons? A man famous for using so many legendary ones, where were they now? Answers for another time. Only one truly interested him, Temper, a warhammer with incredible potential and his brother’s favorite. It was a shame he never got to see it for himself when he first met the man, but pairs reputation served as enough tease to seek it out.
It wasn’t long before a drinking glass flew from the bar, it was on the edge of town for a reason. Some of the most rowdiest patrons came to drink here, some even to fight. Known as the alcoholic arena for those who would challenge Kiri’s elite drinker. Another Myugan that would take any challenge rather it was by fist or glass, the young Myugan’s brother always won. His brother was a great man, his stories even greater, not always believable though. A calm smile came over the man’s face as he thought back. His brother loved to ramble on and on about a woman in his village. A woman that later would become the Mizukage.
489 words
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