1 Delivery in a bad town (Ask for invite/NK) Wed Mar 16, 2016 5:29 am
Ryu Myugan
D-rank
Ryu moved along the sand covered road of the slums with a tired look on his face. It was early morning and he was out that early strictly to beat the heat. Still he felt kind of weak at the moment. He recalled some years ago....maybe nine years ago he had just been released from prison as a fresh legal adult. Ready to take on the world. Getting his ass beat fairly hard on a high ranked mission he had accompanied a Jounin on though hadn't helped. He had been in recovery for some time and part of him still thought his joints ached. Still he had picked up his other family business instead and proven fairly decent at it even if he didn't distribute it legally. The Myugan were a clan in Suna once upon a time that were famous for their high potency drinks. Kind of booze that could knock a mule on its ass in a shot. His own was a little less potent then that but it tasted like fruit punch and still carried a label of 120 proof. His recipe for making something that alcoholic taste like juice was something only he knew. However his sales were limited to the bars in the district with the highest crime rate in Suna. Strictly because the other vendors wouldn't go there.
Still his long hair fell to the side of his tanned face in a pony tail only tied at the top and left loose otherwise. His outfit was rather simple... a set of dark pants with a yellow belt and boots with the pants tucked into them and tied around the ankles. His shirt was a very loose white tank top that hung about and hung open almost to his belly button revealing muscles and tanned skin with a tribal tattoo up the right side of his chest going toward his shoulder. Over that was a black coat with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow revealing the tattoo had continued down his right arm to finish in a tribal dragon. Around his neck was a loose tie just there for looks and around each wrist a grey bandanna. On his hands were fingerless gloves and around his forehead a black sash. No headband for him anymore. Still what was drawing more attention was the Keg he was dragging behind him through the sand with one hand. It was far too heavy to just carry all this way. Still one did not simply trespass in the criminal section with a keg and expect to get through without being bothered. No one remembered he had killed a group of genin some years back. With his free hand he lifted his eye patch revealing his purple eye which was different from his ice blue eye to look around before lowering the eye patch and stopping with another yawn....this would be just perfect...
As he stopped Ryu was suddenly being approached from four sides. His gaze drifted over his left shoulder out of boredom to look at the thug on his left side behind him...probably someone just as big on his right behind him as well. He looked back in front of him to the two walking side by side. They sure were ugly buggers. He missed the Karisuma play house already. Still he was gonna take another beating but judging by how none of them seemed to carry themselves with any kind of official training the whole lot of them looked like push overs. Still he wasn't as strong as he used to be and as luck would have it he had one hell of a hang over. He couldn't wait to get paid, grab some food and go home to get smashed. At least that would dull the pain from this fight. Still he could tell who the leader was as a young man with a mess of scraggly white hair moved forward from his companion. He sure was ballsy...probably was confident in his little gang there. However punks like these were all talk. He watched the young kid open his mouth and speak to say "You wanna die pun-" before he was abruptly caught up with a boot toe to his chin that sent him crumpling to the ground. Ryu simply responded with "Nope" before preparing to be flanked....this was gonna hurt. They were caught up in shock for the moment at their leader being wiped out in a single kick but Ryu knew the guy would recover soon...he wasn't strong enough to do more then daze him and he couldn't run with a Keg. Man he wished he brought a Kunai...punks avoided blades.
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Still his long hair fell to the side of his tanned face in a pony tail only tied at the top and left loose otherwise. His outfit was rather simple... a set of dark pants with a yellow belt and boots with the pants tucked into them and tied around the ankles. His shirt was a very loose white tank top that hung about and hung open almost to his belly button revealing muscles and tanned skin with a tribal tattoo up the right side of his chest going toward his shoulder. Over that was a black coat with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow revealing the tattoo had continued down his right arm to finish in a tribal dragon. Around his neck was a loose tie just there for looks and around each wrist a grey bandanna. On his hands were fingerless gloves and around his forehead a black sash. No headband for him anymore. Still what was drawing more attention was the Keg he was dragging behind him through the sand with one hand. It was far too heavy to just carry all this way. Still one did not simply trespass in the criminal section with a keg and expect to get through without being bothered. No one remembered he had killed a group of genin some years back. With his free hand he lifted his eye patch revealing his purple eye which was different from his ice blue eye to look around before lowering the eye patch and stopping with another yawn....this would be just perfect...
As he stopped Ryu was suddenly being approached from four sides. His gaze drifted over his left shoulder out of boredom to look at the thug on his left side behind him...probably someone just as big on his right behind him as well. He looked back in front of him to the two walking side by side. They sure were ugly buggers. He missed the Karisuma play house already. Still he was gonna take another beating but judging by how none of them seemed to carry themselves with any kind of official training the whole lot of them looked like push overs. Still he wasn't as strong as he used to be and as luck would have it he had one hell of a hang over. He couldn't wait to get paid, grab some food and go home to get smashed. At least that would dull the pain from this fight. Still he could tell who the leader was as a young man with a mess of scraggly white hair moved forward from his companion. He sure was ballsy...probably was confident in his little gang there. However punks like these were all talk. He watched the young kid open his mouth and speak to say "You wanna die pun-" before he was abruptly caught up with a boot toe to his chin that sent him crumpling to the ground. Ryu simply responded with "Nope" before preparing to be flanked....this was gonna hurt. They were caught up in shock for the moment at their leader being wiped out in a single kick but Ryu knew the guy would recover soon...he wasn't strong enough to do more then daze him and he couldn't run with a Keg. Man he wished he brought a Kunai...punks avoided blades.
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