Ryu moved quietly past the fence with a simple jump. His cyan eye scanning about remembering watching the training from the fence line. It was quiet now but before he was imprisoned it had been very active. Now he stands on the edge looking out. His dark clothes looking like a heavily strapped straight jacket and his unkept hair making him look somewhat insane. His blood shot eye watches the sand shift a little in the wind . His coat was thick enough to keep the hot wind from touching him really and he seemed to ignore the heat. Though his head did pound from the bright light. The flask of sake in his coat pocket pressed against his thin chest as he sighs. He was tempted to drink but for now he would wait. His boots carry him out across the arena as he smiles behind the high collar of his coat as he looks at a blood stain. Home again. Sweet, sweet home.

Shibirin made his way through the streets of Sunagakure. He wasn't wearing his glasses on this time, in fact, he didn't think he needed them anymore. Still, he wore them whilst he read books and notes, but other than that, they didn't help with his eye sight at all. He was wearing a long sleeved, black t-shirt. It was different to the white polos he usually wore. He wore long, black pants and black shoes. On his left hip, were three of his katana sheathed. A blue and silver one he called Genko, a white and gold one he named Sai, and a black and gold one he called Noro.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be finally back home, back to the Sandy, humid, dry hell of a place he called home. Last place he had visited before leaving, was the Sandy arena. It seemed like a nice day for a visit down there, maybe he might meet a worthy opponent for once. He had met plenty of great fighters in Konoha, and one in particaular he could safely say, was stronger than he, but that only made Shibirin want to train more and more.

On his daily walk, he stopped by the arena. He could see not much of its structure had changed, this meant that there hadn't been much fights here since he left the village. He now made his way in, head raised high a bit, as he scanned his eyes around the top row seats down. He didn't make out any signs of human presence besides himself, but he was going to stay either way. He slowly made his way towards the center of the arena and stopped, before crouching down and eventually sitting down with one knee up.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, Trilby never did get used to the intensity of the sunagakure sunlight. Adjusting his father's hat, he continued down the dust covered streets, looking for something worth occupying his time. His black shirt clung to his skin, and his flak Jacket weighed heavy on his shoulders. No matter how many years he spent on the surface he never did get used to the stimuli. So much noise, so much light, so much heat. It was overwhelming. A structure in the distance caught his eye, an arena of some description, it seemed. He still hadn't seen most of the sights suna contained, and the existence of such a place was surprising to him.

He made his way along the stairs into the stadium's seating area, letting his eyes take in the sights around him as he made his way down. The area was certainly sizable, but it was all but abandoned, save for one lone figure sitting in the center of the grounds. Curious as to why someone was sitting in an empty arena, Trilby began to approach the man. "Hello?" he said loudly, hoping it would be heard through the evening wind.

Myugan pauses in his musings as two children show up. His defenses rising automatically as being caught alone in prison could mean a beating. His one bright eye watches them as somehow he remained unnoticed in his dark ominous clothing. Strange children just accepting what was. He sighs as his head begins to ache again. The sun was just too bright here. And his Hangover hurt. Again his hand touches the flask inside his clothes tempted to drink just to ease the pain but for now he chooses not to. Instead he stands in plain sight leaning back against the fence watching the other two.

Shibirin heard a voice. It was coming from his left, or was it his right? He wasn't the best at taking or giving directions, no following them. Soon enough, that same voice turned into a figure and it was coming straight towards him. A normal ninja would probably be alarmed and would do their best to raise their gurad up, but somehting about this figure told Shibirin that he was a nice guy, though he couldn't care less if he were attacked. He had the perks and skills enough to fight back if ever attacked.

He now looked towards the guy as he approached him. Shibirin's facial expression was numb and rather plain. He didn't smile the slightest bit, not even a smirk. One eye brow shot up as he said, "And you are...?" hoping the guy would reply back with a name and if they had met before, where they had met.

No longer in the stands, Trilby could see clearly the picture in-front of him. The strange, sword wielding shinobi didn't seem the least bit bothered by his sudden appearance, which he supposed was a good thing. He could also see a tall, shadowy figure in a thick coat out of the corner of his eye, but felt it best to simply ignore him for now, as if he wanted to be addressed, he would approach. "Trilby. And you are?" he replied plainly, curious as to who this man was, and why he was simply sitting in an empty field.

Trilby sat himself down beside the stranger, removing his Trilby and sitting it on his lap, freeing his matted black hair from its clutches.

eh. they Seemed comfortable enough as it was. but something was definitely missing. he could feel that at least. what could it possibly be? ..... Booze! it had been so long since he had been a part of the drinking scene it seemed like a good time for a party. He had been holding off drinking as it altered him just a tad but now. now he could try and make new drinking buddies. And one of em was armed. good. if they got in a scuffle they could hold they're own. So he untucks his arms and moves over to the group. He was smiling even though his mouth was covered but the rest of his face seems to look uplifted as if in a smile. even his one eye looks happy.

"Hey there boyo's! Sorry I know im interruptin but damn if it aint lonely by the fence and you gents look....well comfortable. how about ye all let me join ye? I brought me families famous brew and I cant drink it all alone now."

He pauses with his strange accent spoken loud and jovial. He seems to be thinking on his words after he spoke them as his eye looks up as if contemplating before back to them.

"well alright so I lied. I can drink it all. I just prefer ta share. ya know enjoy a moment with some new pals and maybe forget today ever existed ye hear me?"

Shibirin tilted his head a bit, so the guy was named after a hat? He didn't think it was that unusual to be named after an inaminate object, but then again, better to know what your name means than to just be called by some random name made up from random letters. In a way, he envied the guy's noun, for he didn't quite know what his name meant, but never-the-less, the guy wanted to hear it. "Shibirin Shibirin Genko, second child of Tatsyuaga himself" he spoke boldly. He was proud to call himself one of the sons of Tatsyuaga.

He then turned his attention towards the new strange face he could see. Boy did he sound excited. Shibirin didn't have much to say about him, besides, "Ahh...do you know this guy?" he said towards the guy who had addressed himself earlier as Trilby.

The swordsman before him seemed quite proud of his lineage, mentioning with confidence what order he was born in and to whom he was born. "Tatsyuaga huh? Never heard of him." Nonetheless, Trilby was pleased to meet a fellow Suna shinobi, regardless of how odd his name might be.

"No, shibirin shibirin Genko, I do not." Trilby replied to his query, turning his focus to the man approaching them. He seemed happy, probably drunk, too. Still, a drink was a drink, and Trilby did enjoy his alcohol. "I'll happily drink with you, if that's bourbon you've got." he remarked. It had been far too long since a well aged bourbon had passed his lips.

Ryu paused and blinked at the swordmans response before leaning down and pointing to himself with a lengthy finger poking out of his sleeve. his bright eye looking right into the others and speaking as if stating the obvious. well his clan was one of the best known clans in the area if not for owning the only bar in the desert.

"Im Myugan Ryu. A Myugan! ye dont ask who a Myugan is when he offers ye his family brew. ye chug it!"

He pauses at the others response. seemed kind of classy and not much of a party drink but ey. A prepared alcoholic is a good friend to have. He opens his coat and fingers through some flasks before pulling out one and tossing it too him.

"I dunno about bourbon but my uncle brags that his brew is the best bourbon he ever had and he drinks it and pisses it. so ye best believe it."

The Brew was a masters art and was no off the shelf impersonation but valuable drink. especially on a hot day. the flask itself was cold.

Shibirin's eye brow went back down, at least now he was sure that this guy was just drunk and not nuts. Shibirin wasn't much of a social person. Hell if these guys had heard the recent rumors about him, they'd turn their backs towards him and leave, but Shibirin didn't want to be the one to remind them. Did he want beer? Maybe, but he had drank too much Sake back at Konoha and had only arrived in Suna just 2 days ago. Still, it'd nice to have some friends, for change, so he decided to play their game and come along.

"Sure, but i ain't paying," he said, with a smirk fixed on his face. He seemed to be opening up more and more to others, it was better than sitting alone in an arena, praying that someone would come to fight, maybe even talk to him. It was a lonely life for him, but he didn't mind being hated. It gave him a legit reason to fight, and he loved fighting more than anything else in this world. He didn't fight for a reason, other than being the best at wha he does.

He caught the flask in his left hand, and smiled quietly to himself. It had been too long since he had drank bourbon. Removing the cord, he tried it. Strong, like drinking liquid fire, yet smooth. This was a damn good drink. "Myugan, huh? Well, I know where I'm getting my liquor from now on."

It was certainly stranger than he expected, but it was pleasant to be meeting new people, and to be socializing for once. Two years he had lived in Sunagakure, yet he barely knew anyone, or did anything that didn't involve old scrolls and notes. He continued to take swigs from the flask as he reflected upon his situation, the warm burn of the liquid distracting him from the dull burning of the sun above.

the Myugan grins to himself as it appears he had some drinkin buddies now and now one was around to tell them otherwise. it was like one of the days of old just drinking with his crew before the incident. He pulls out another flask of a drink much like jelly bean flavored vodka and tosses it to Shibirin.

"I invited ye boyo. I am providen the sustenance. Try that and see if it makes ye cross eyed"

And with that he pulls out his own flask of vodka mixed with sake mixed with tequila mixed with rum. and takes a swig.

Shibirin caught the drink with one hand, whilst he used his other tpo push off of the ground and he stood up amongst his new mates. He took the top off real quick, before taking a sip of it, to see what it tasted like. Mmm, it tasted a bit like a type of sweet he liked, what was it again? Jelly beans, it tasted as sweet as a jelly bean. "Mmm, that is so...good. I don't usually compliment things, but damn...that is some pretty sweet Vodka you have here," he said to the guy. By the looks of it, he wasn't ready to hand it back just yet, as he now took another sip at it.

Trilby threw the now empty flask aside, before yawning loudly. "Now that is a bourbon." He said sleepily. A good dose of alcohol always made him tired. He laid back in the dirt, placing his Trilby over his eyes, and listened to the environment around him. He wasn't going to fall asleep on them, but he couldn't be bothered keeping his eyes open any longer.

Ryu suddenly shows a small amount of skill as his foot seems to idly kick out and stop the flask from flying off by kicking it up. His foot returns to holding him up as the flask flies up into the air as he takes a long swig of his own.. he teeter a moment as the alcohol hits him like a blast wave of sweet awesome sauce. and he reaches out his hand barely catching the flask without ever moving from his spot. before pocketing it.

"y..You two fellas are alright. drink up. on the house. But dont let *hic* the Kage catch us...last time...the Kage put my uncle through a wall for giving me this stuff."

Shibirin was nearly done with his drink when the Myugan nin mentioned something about not telling Gin about this. Shibirin had the habit of talking back to the Kage and dissrespecting her 'authority'. He just hated having to show respect to those who were lucky enough to have high ranks such as kage. "Who Gin? If she ever... ah, ever takes anything away from me. I'll, i...i'll kill her" he stuttered to say. It was quite clear now that he was drunk, as he now took one last gulp at the drink and finished it entirely

"You know the kage huh? I've never even seen her." Trilby remarked, he was starting to become fascinated with his company. An apparently noble, double named samurai who knows the kage, and a straight-jacket wearing drunk with the best bourbon he's ever tasted. Who would've thought the first Shinobis he got to know as friends would be so fascinating. "I'd like to see you try and kill her though, it'd certainly be a spectacle."

Ryu tips back and forth a little before his hand snatches out and grabs the empty flask out of Shibirins hand as if a bee taking down an ant before pocketing it and then his own. It was then that he smiles and regained his footing as he listens to them both.

"alright.. ok... so I double dare you... to flip off the kage...to its big hat... ill get us more drinks if you do.. I promise."

It just seemed like a legit game to him. what was the absolute worst that could happen? I mean its just insulting a kage as a bunch of drunk minors. that all. yeah awesome idea.

Shibirin fell backwards and ended up laying on his back, flat on the ground. He shook his head slowly and said, "Been through that road before mate, and i can tell you it has no happy ending. But besides, she's not even in town," he said.

Trilby sat upright, and corrected his hat, a look of boredom on his face. "Does it even matter? You wouldn't do it anyway." He said, scratching a replica of his ouroboros tattoo into the dirt beside him. "One day, i'll be the best Fuuinjutsu specialist the world has ever seen" he thought aloud, staring at his hand. The Ouroboros. The symbol carved into his hand to show he was someones property. He would turn it into the symbol of his strength, eventually.

heh.. awesome. they where sittin around and it appeared to be popular to be comfortable and he was cool with that so he plops right on down onto his ass and nods slowly. Before responding to both.

"Nonesense. Give the lad a chance. obviously he tried it once. He must of got a nut crushed or somethin. and you. Good ta have dreams. I might ask ye te help run my families bar sometime. As for me.. I..well Hell I am a Myugan. I run the bar. and we Don't lose easy."

Shibirin now looked down to his eft hip, and glared at the three katana in their sheaths. He then said to the other guys, as he kept his head pretty low, "I will be the greatest swordsman in the world, and that's a promise" he said boldly. He was in a good possition to be making such bold promisses, but he had faith in himself and what he could do as a ninja.

"The greatest swordsman that ever lived huh?" Trilby was pleased. His new companions had goals, aspirations. Their wills were strong. They were no ordinary shinobi. "When that day comes, I'll be sure to come up with a fuuinjutsu for your blades to make you even more powerful." He said confidently, his mind lost in dreams of how much of the secrets of Fuuinjutsu he could unlock.

Shibirin turned his head to face Trilby. He seemed to have just as much will power as Shibirin. He wouldn't mind fighting along his side in a batle, if there ever had to be such a fight. He was, howver, curious, about the guy inventing some form of Fuuin jutsu that can give his blades specail effects. "Glad to hear that. I'll always have your back in a fight, no matter who opposes you," he said towards Trilby, but swayed his head over to look at Ryu, as to say "you too".