1 You came to the wrong neighborhood mo$%#&#$&@er [Shibirin/invitations only][Killing only on Mondays] Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:28 pm
Giketsu
D-rank
Evening. End of a hard day of work. The sun is starting to set and people are making their way home. This is the street most visitors avoid... By most I mean all that don't travel by see. Filthy smell of cheap booze, old fish and sweat seem the least of the problems. After even a brief moment here the stench does not only soaks in your clothing, but also skin. Why would people even be her? Simple, their passing trough. This one of the few streets of Konoha illuminated already, pubs, casino's and bordels poorly disguised as inns. Pure sailors paradise and a nightmare to whoever has to pass trough. House and establishments tightly pressed together, leaving no rooms for alleys (probably for the best), therefore leaving everyone on this one lane. People pushing against each other like cattle. Loud music, smoke coming from the few chimneys and masts of the ships docked near by. You could consider traveling by roofs, but then again anyone with common sense would recognize this as a suicide. These roofs are there just for show, making it a miracle the seagull dump on them doesn't make them collapse.
Giketsu passed over the damp ground. He was blending in the crowd. Oddly enough he wasn't in a mood for play. It was the atmosphere. Giketsu was always dead serious when passing trough. His art was delicate. Getting caught can turn out to be quite lethal here. Targets had to be visitors. If your recognized, you might just as well quit. Luckily this wasn't the place people would choose to look anyone in the face. Giketsu passed trough the step with fluid movements. He seemed to be adjusted to the crowds fluid movements like rhythm, passing people like a shadow. Giketu kept his head low, yet scanned the are for a target. Nor his looks, nor movements gave him away. He was gray, he was silent... he was one of the mass.
Giketsu passed over the damp ground. He was blending in the crowd. Oddly enough he wasn't in a mood for play. It was the atmosphere. Giketsu was always dead serious when passing trough. His art was delicate. Getting caught can turn out to be quite lethal here. Targets had to be visitors. If your recognized, you might just as well quit. Luckily this wasn't the place people would choose to look anyone in the face. Giketsu passed trough the step with fluid movements. He seemed to be adjusted to the crowds fluid movements like rhythm, passing people like a shadow. Giketu kept his head low, yet scanned the are for a target. Nor his looks, nor movements gave him away. He was gray, he was silent... he was one of the mass.