1 A... quiet evening? [ Amaya | Invite | NK ] Mon Jun 20, 2016 2:08 pm
Ginza
D-rank
The Shushuya pub was one of the more popular venues for people within Konohagakure to eat at, including the tourists, which made it more than likely that Ginza wouldn't appear there very often because of his dislike of being around large groups of people. But today was not one of those days. Today, he'd found himself sitting in one of the many wooden booths waiting for his companion, Amaya Uchiha, to join him for what would hopefully be a quiet evening. Not that Shushuya was often very quiet with how rowdy the crowds could get due to the copious amount of sake that could be had there. The woman was a few years younger than he was, but was considerably more powerful than him, showing what years of dedication to the shinobi arts could be, compared to the years that he had spent away from the village at the temple that he'd essentially been raised at after graduating from the academy when he was still very young. He had to admit that he was slightly envious, but he was making progress, and eventually he'd catch up to where his abilities should be at his age.
At this current point he'd been in the village for four years now, though he'd met the medical shinobi Amaya Uchiha not long after that time that he had stumbled up to the gates and collapsed due to his injuries. He had been very lucky to make it there alive, and with Amaya's help he'd survived the injuries that had very nearly taken his life, much like they had taken the lives of the others who had resided at the temple. That time had been horrific, though he supposed that he had almost made a friend in Amaya. Or at the very least, he was sure the woman considered him a friend perhaps, even if he had a hard time thinking of anyone like that just yet. He didn't want to get close to anyone again for fear of losing them, as he had lost everyone he had ever been close to before.
There had been so much blood. Ginza had remembered that, on the walls on the floor. There had been screaming, and everything was so frantic. He'd called out for Izuna and Zeisei, but no one had come, and that probably had meant that the others were dead as well. They hadn't been taken with him by the brutes who had slaughtered their temple. A place of peace turned into a place of absolute horror. He'd been trapped with them for nearly six months before he'd finally been able to escape from their clutch it and make it back to the village that he had spent his childhood. He had thought that he was going to die before reaching the gates. But gratefully he had before collapsing in front of the guards and giving a brief murmur of his name before falling unconscious and been taken to the hospital. Waking there had been a little disconcerting.
Ginza gave a soft sigh, pursing his lips for a moment as he lifted up the cup of sake, that he had poured for himself a moment earlier, to his lips, taking a sip of it. The cool dry and slightly bitter liquid burning its way down his throat with a dry sensation. It was a nice reminder that the life he was living now was calmer than the life he had lived in the past with the horror that had happened. He liked like it was calmer, but he knew that it would not always be so. The life of shinobi was truly violent, and Ginza was familiar with that even if his missions so far as a shinobi had not been completely terrifying or brutal. But in his twenty-four years he had seen quite enough to not be naive like a lot of younger genin straight out of the academy. He sighed and let his fingers take the glass back down to settle onto the table, his golden eyes wandering down to rest on the slightly murky white liquid that remained still in his cup, little ripples moving through the liquid as it adjusted to being settled back down on the table. Ripples could symbolize what could be done in the world. How a little drop could cause so much turmoil. Blinking, Ginza turned his head to look towards the entrance when he heard the little bell at the door ring. Would it be Amaya?
WC: 764
At this current point he'd been in the village for four years now, though he'd met the medical shinobi Amaya Uchiha not long after that time that he had stumbled up to the gates and collapsed due to his injuries. He had been very lucky to make it there alive, and with Amaya's help he'd survived the injuries that had very nearly taken his life, much like they had taken the lives of the others who had resided at the temple. That time had been horrific, though he supposed that he had almost made a friend in Amaya. Or at the very least, he was sure the woman considered him a friend perhaps, even if he had a hard time thinking of anyone like that just yet. He didn't want to get close to anyone again for fear of losing them, as he had lost everyone he had ever been close to before.
There had been so much blood. Ginza had remembered that, on the walls on the floor. There had been screaming, and everything was so frantic. He'd called out for Izuna and Zeisei, but no one had come, and that probably had meant that the others were dead as well. They hadn't been taken with him by the brutes who had slaughtered their temple. A place of peace turned into a place of absolute horror. He'd been trapped with them for nearly six months before he'd finally been able to escape from their clutch it and make it back to the village that he had spent his childhood. He had thought that he was going to die before reaching the gates. But gratefully he had before collapsing in front of the guards and giving a brief murmur of his name before falling unconscious and been taken to the hospital. Waking there had been a little disconcerting.
Ginza gave a soft sigh, pursing his lips for a moment as he lifted up the cup of sake, that he had poured for himself a moment earlier, to his lips, taking a sip of it. The cool dry and slightly bitter liquid burning its way down his throat with a dry sensation. It was a nice reminder that the life he was living now was calmer than the life he had lived in the past with the horror that had happened. He liked like it was calmer, but he knew that it would not always be so. The life of shinobi was truly violent, and Ginza was familiar with that even if his missions so far as a shinobi had not been completely terrifying or brutal. But in his twenty-four years he had seen quite enough to not be naive like a lot of younger genin straight out of the academy. He sighed and let his fingers take the glass back down to settle onto the table, his golden eyes wandering down to rest on the slightly murky white liquid that remained still in his cup, little ripples moving through the liquid as it adjusted to being settled back down on the table. Ripples could symbolize what could be done in the world. How a little drop could cause so much turmoil. Blinking, Ginza turned his head to look towards the entrance when he heard the little bell at the door ring. Would it be Amaya?
WC: 764