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.

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His gourd still more than half full, the young man took another drink. A potent alcohol, that even as strong as it was wouldn’t serve it’s purpose of inebriating it’s owner, making it nothing more then fire water to him. The crowd inside seemed to flare up for a moment, perhaps someone bought a round of drinks, it was difficult to tell the exact reason from outside. There wasn’t much that could happen to distract his peace for the night, but distractions were not always bad as a hand nudged against his own. A woman from the bar, redhead with a fair amount of skin showing. First thought was a lady looking for business, her question though said otherwise. “What is that?” Seemed like honest curiosity.

“Pure Fire Water.” The blonde man looked over the woman quickly before speaking again. “Guaranteed to be the strongest drink you’ll ever have.” Gently setting the gourd down on the table next to him, “Would you like a sip?” The young Myugan teased with his question. The girl clearly could drink, but this was considerably stronger. Almost pure alcohol with a sweet taste to it before it’s burn kicked in. A drink of 180 proof, 90% alcohol, it’s smell just as pungent. “I’m Bunshichi Myugan.” He made sure to get his name out before the girl even touched the gourd.

The Myugan clan was known as drunks with some of the most severe alcohols. While it wasn’t the the drinks that put them on their lip it was their own chakra. Those of the clan without control often became drunk in fits of emotion, while those with control would be the most sober men on the planet. It was a rare few beyond the clan that would attempt a mastery of their chakra, harnessing alcohol itself as a tool.

A twitch from his bandaged fingers and the round steel ball that lay at the man’s feet would begin to roll. Bumping into the woman’s leg, it remained a perfectly round object until a single piece popped up with a red lens on it. Behaving like a head it stared at the woman, tilting it’s head to the side before rolling its way under it’s owner’s chair. There the ball simply hid, rather poorly though.

“What brings you over here? Surely I don’t look that lonely, do I?” The young man wasn’t the greatest at conversation, but he did try. “Someone being a little too pushy inside?”

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“People have survived more dangerous things than alcohol poisoning.” The girl investigated the gourd, shaking it, holding it with some skepticism. It seemed less then sip though was more then the girl could handle. Recoiling and forcing the gourd away, the burn taking it’s effect. “Told ya so.” Taking up the gourd, the young Myugan took a long drink for himself as if it was nothing. Though to him, it wasn’t much different from water, other than a burn and some flavor added in. His clan wasn’t affected by alcohol, their chakra being so very similar to the substance that many who know of it outside of the clan consider them to have tainted chakra.

"Please, they're always pushy. My last one was just too boring. You know how difficult it is with someone wrapped around you but doing absolutely nothing interesting? Booooriiiing."

He really didn’t know what she was talking about. His life experience was rather scarce. To be with someone that didn’t care, was strange, but he didn’t question it. “Can’t say I do. Aside from the occasional odd job, I’ve spent most of my life recently traveling.” His only real interaction over the last couple years being with his brother that he met by chance.

“Besides, you don’t look like you have enough for me to even go down on you.”

The remark struck a nerve. He may have been a traveler, but he made sure to take care of his appearance. Decent clothing, proper hygiene, even some manners. The young Myugan had already introduced himself, but this woman had yet to even try. It was understandable from the business she conducted, but in a casual conversation, none at all? “I have enough money to live comfortably. It’s not like I need to sleep in another’s bed to get through the night.” Standing up from his seat, perhaps it was time for a walk. The fact that she basically said he looked broke, didn’t sit well with him.

“Anyway, this stuff here's not really as intense as whatever you've got. Where can I get more of it?”

He glanced down at the gourd, still in his hand, “Trade secret, you’d have to get it from me. You just might not have enough for something this strong.” He was irritated, but calm. Despite her being the source, he had no reason to take it out on her. “Besides if you can’t even drink it, why are you curious to get more?”

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Maybe you don't need to sleep in another's bed to get through the night. Not that you could if you tried. Maybe that's why you did look so very lonely sitting here nursing your alcohol.

Now he was getting pissed. It didn’t matter who had said the first insulting comment, nor would it change anything at this point. He was a loner for sure, traveling from country to country, but for a girl who sells herself out to be so rude. He wanted so badly to just smack this girl, to just shut her up.

And maybe I was wrong. Maybe you aren't as lonely as I thought. With 'something that strong'. You must be able to get any woman you want. Slip her the drink and have her for the night, in any way you want. Am I right?

And there it was. The last of his patience was gone. The blonde haired man stretched out his wrapped hands before setting a pouch of coins on the bar counter. “Yup, I am not so sexually frustrated as to do such a thing though. I would however beat such a disrespectful person though.” That was all the warning he would give her. The handle of his ball puppet, Kappa, extended, giving its owner a large mace to wield. Taking the handle the angry Myugan took a full swing, aiming to strike the girl and knock her outside. He was going to fight regardless, he’d simply prefer it be outside. He had some money, but he didn’t want to pay for the bar’s repairs later.

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The girl was quick, jumping back to avoid his swing, not exactly gracefully though. Toppling over a chair she was back on her feet in no time at all and out the door. The patrons of the bar watching with wide eyes, most choosing to stay in their seats.

“Are you fucking insane?! Are you trying to kill me!?”

The sight of a small purse caught the blonde man’s eyes. She left her little bag, perfect bait to keep her near by, least as long as something valuable was inside. He didn’t have much interest in snooping through her things, despite his temper. There was far more reason to focus on her at the moment. Grabbing the purse, Bunshichi made his way to the door of the bar.

“Kill you? No. Just a lesson in manners. First of all, I still don’t know your name.” Holding up the purse for her to see. “I might just give this back if you complete lesson one.”

Gently setting the purse on the head of his mace, the plates of his ball puppet shift allowing the purse to fall inside. Locked away within his puppet now, she’d have to comply or destroy his puppet to get the bag. His temper was getting the better of him, but he liked to fight anyways. His only hope was that this girl had some fight, he would never beat someone who couldn’t defend themselves . . . too badly. He waited for a response but it hardly mattered, soon as she would speak the handle of the Myugan’s mace would retract back into the ball. With the ball puppet in a free fall now, a swift dropkick would send the steel puppet flying towards the rude girl. Chakra strings at the ready to improve his aim as the puppet flew. It’s impact capable of leaving a fairly decent dent in what ever it hit.

“Are we learning yet?!”

Kappa was a unique puppet, first glance it made the young Myugan seem like just a simple weapon user. That was a ruse though, first lie or deception as a puppeteer. Kappa was not his only puppet though, three others were on his person at all times, for both defense and offense.

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