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1A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Empty A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:36 pm

Ryuuga

Ryuuga


D-rank
Having arrived in this village just a mere day ago, Ryūga’s curiosity was piqued slightly as to what this village had to offer in contrast with the only place his mind could recall clearly, Amegakure no Sato. His memories of Kusagakure were far too long ago for him to remember in full detail; he could only remember the most minor details that failed to paint a picture. His first day here was rather dreary as he had arrived during the evening, so he had settled for a simple meal at a local diner before checking in to an inn that was near the diner where he enjoyed an uncomplicated dinner consisting of green curry.  The inn in which he left the rest of his belongings was humble, yet clearly affordable. Though he could delve in to his pockets for a far nicer place to stay, Ryūga didn’t care too much about the extra luxuries that could’ve been afforded to him if he had chosen to stay at a five-star inn, for he would rarely be in the room, so he only truly needed the bed and bathing facilities for his stay in Kumogakure no Sato, however long it would be. His earlier life in Amegakure no Sato had adapted him to how to live with just the basic necessities life commanded of people.

Here he was now, a nameless individual walking about Kumogakure no Sato’s streets, unsure of what the day would offer, nor of what he would do. The options of bringing in ryo were numerous, yet he was sated for now. He had no need for anything at this particular moment, thus it led to Ryūga wandering the streets aimlessly. He didn’t feel like staying cooped up in a room, and as a ronin, he was always free to do whatever he pleased, so long as he not get himself in trouble with the places he visited. Nor was Ryūga a person to cause a disturbance upon a mere whim.

Looking at the various signs hanging upon buildings or the ones erected just in front of the entrances to shops, Ryūga took in everything there was, the people, the sounds, the shops themselves. There was no place for him to really call home, nor did he assume there ever would be, yet for all these people, they had a place to call home, to return to. The only places that could be identified as such for him were limited to Amegakure, and a long time ago Kusagakure.

His black shoes pressed against the ground as he moved forward, the wind blowing directly against his clothes. His black dress pants whipped blindly behind him, while the front was forced directly against his legs, the constant weight of his non-prescription glasses present within his pocket. Ryūga’s hands lingered by his side, as his black blazer trailed behind him, though unable to be blown away from his body as his arms kept it upon his person. The white dress-shirt he was wearing was secure, with the top button unbuttoned.

In the sky hung the sun, indicating that the day was already underway, just a bit past noon, yet Ryūga had already ate, though for his activities for the day were rather limited, as he knew not of what this village had to offer him. For now, he would continue wandering through the village and seeing what there was to possibly do for a denizen of this village. Being someone who was constantly moving between different areas, Ryūga wasn’t sure what residents of a village did on a daily basis. His long stay in Amegakure had basically revolved around four things; eating, sleeping, working, and survival. Yet he knew, that the circumstances were vastly different from here and there. He just wished to see it for himself.



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Kameko

Kameko


D-rank
[Continued from Here]

Kameko had just finished her mission for the day, and was she ever glad that it was over! Her task had been to entertain the twenty-year old son of a wealthy family by taking him out on a date so that his mother could set up a surprise party for him. She had tolerated his arrogant and lack of manners, but she hadn’t anticipated that he had planned the date to make his similarly well-off ex-girlfriend jealous. After causing a scene in one of the hottest places to see and be seen in Kumogakure, the girl had ordered her guard to attack Kameko in the middle of the busy restaurant. Kameko had managed to disarm him without injury to any of the spectators or involved parties, excepting the girl’s ego, or damage to the restaurant. She had assured the unlucky guard that she would return his weapon after they finished their date, and that was what led her to be walking down the streets of Kumogakure with two katanas on her, one in a sheath hung from her belt, the other in hand.

She had successfully completed her mission, but after leaving the restaurant, she had the second task to complete of finding the girl’s home and leaving the weapon there for the guard. It wasn’t the most efficient way to returning something, leaving it at one’s employers, but it was the best option left to her. She recalled that the guard’s name was Rono, and the ex-girlfriend’s was Akane; however, it was much easier to track down a socialite’s residence than it was to do the same with a guard’s. Asking around, she had been given vague directions of where she lived and so made her way through the village’s streets looking for the crossroads she’d been given... and a wish of good luck. Apparently, the girl was extremely well-known due to her love of the dramatics; it looked like Kameko wasn't the first one to be the target of some over-the-top tantrum.

The man that she had asked for directions had given her an odd look but didn’t ask too many questions. Seeing a person wandering around with a katana on their hip wasn’t an oddity, but a young woman with one on her hip and another naked blade held in her hands did draw the eye, even though she held it loosely in a non-threatening manner. It didn’t help that she was still dressed for the date in a pink sleeveless dress with a polo collar, the belt both accentuating her waist and holding up her tools, the katana as well as a little weapons pouch. Another mild contrast was the light makeup worn to accentuate her features, primarily bringing out the blueness of her eyes, with the hitai-ate worn in her long, dark hair as a headband. She wore it today because of regulations; while her task was supposed to be as simple as a lunch date, it had been assigned to her as a mission, and so the same requirements applied as if she had gone out to hunt down a criminal. However, it served a useful purpose as being identified as a Kumogakure kunoichi was generally a pass for most any manner of strange behaviors, such as walking around with a drawn sword.

‘He was abrasive, but his personality isn’t nearly bad enough to warrant a C-Rank mission. I wonder if the higher-ups knew that he was planning to ‘poke the bear’ today and wanted to make sure it wasn’t some fresh-faced student having to diffuse a fight in the middle of a restaurant,’ she mused to herself as she made her way through the village, checking each street sign as she passed them. ‘It would have been really nice to have a heads up though.’ They were idle considerations, something to keep herself occupied as she tracked down Akane’s residence. ‘Maybe I’ll get lucky and they won’t be home…’

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Ryuuga

Ryuuga


D-rank
There was a stark contrast between the villages that had become his adopted him and the one he was currently located within. Amegakure always retained a dark atmosphere, highlighted only by the rain and the dark clouds that covered the majority of the skyline of Amegakure no Sato. Amegakure also retained an atmosphere that held the belief that survival is the key, one thing Ryūga had picked up and seen first-hand from seeing people using other people for their own specific needs. Kumogakure no Sato, however, vastly differed from Amegakure both in climate and the atmosphere provided from the people of the village. Here, high up in the clouds, as the name of Kumogakure no Sato basically states, the rain wasn’t as apparent as it was when it came to Amegakure. The Village Hidden by Clouds had far different air than Amegakure, provided that they were at a far higher altitude in Kumo compared to Ame.

Blinking owlishly, Ryūga continued on his path, not bumping in to a single person as he trekked forward, no destination in mind at all. He had little to no knowledge about the minor things when it came to this village, along with some of the historical significances the village held, yet Ryūga sought to know them before he left the village. There were the basics of the village that he knew of, that any other ronin would be capable of acquiring from a simple round of questions that were completely innocent. As Ryūga moved about, he noticed nothing really out of place for the time being, as it was merely civilians and shinobi whom were all of duty at the current time. Knowing no one in this village certainly posed some problems for the former resident of Amegakure no Sato, yet it would’ve been the same for any other place he visited. The people of his past were few that remained, though those who he knew lived could possibly be anywhere, though he highly doubted seeing them in broad daylight.

He heard a bit of ruckus coming from the entrance of one of the shops he passed by, muttering something about a woman – a kumo kunoichi at that – walking around with an unseathed blade in broad daylight. He slowed down to absorb as much as he could here, as this was the only piece of information he heard so far that raise a bout of interest for Ryūga. He then heard something about about a wealthy family that lived in the direction he was originally going. Something about a date earlier as well. By the time Ryūga could hear more, he was well out of earshot. Ryūga’s steps picked up a bit faster, a slight bit faster when compared to his original pace. A wealthy family could present an opportunity for Ryūga, seeing as how the wealthy commonly had a vast amount of enemies. There was the notion of work available that did intrigue him slightly, though for now he’d have  to see things from afar, and decide if it would be worth the risk to find work of any sort here. Being in a foreign nation, Ryūga couldn’t really commit a crime, for it could possibly trace back to him, or he could simply be caught during. Though, committing a crime wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. For now, it was simply locating a location that could be of potential use. Of course, this could all be for naught. Reaching in to his left pocket, Ryūga pulled out his glasses and put them on. There was no real need for them, yet after years of wearing them, he had grown used to having them on. That and they added a bit to the civilian appearance he constantly wanted to keep on.

With that, Ryūga kept moving forward, snaking his way through the people who got in his way. Of course, he truly didn’t know where he was going, though he only had a general whereabouts as to where to find the home. He only needed to see it from afar, and deduce from there. Often, one could tell something based of the exterior of a home alone. And there was the low chance that he’d be able to see the residents and try to get a read on them.



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4A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Empty Re: A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:59 pm

Kameko

Kameko


D-rank
It wasn’t long before the young woman came upon the street name that she had been directed towards, and turning down it, she began moving out of the market and towards the more residential areas. The shops gradually turned into apartments and townhouses. Making another turn as she reached the sign for it, the homes reflected that she had clearly made her way into one of the wealthy neighborhoods of Kumogakure. Everything was designed in a manner that she would describe as ‘charming’. There were no signs of wear and tear on anything, as though the place had been built just yesterday. This street was set on a gentle incline which led up to a natural shelf, the likes of which was common in the mountainous region. Upon this raised area were a series of luxury apartments which clearly were set so that their residents could enjoy the view without it being impeded by the stores and homes on the lower level.

While making the walk, she had had some concerns that she might have difficulty finding Akane’s residence. Although the man she had asked had given her accurate directions to the neighborhood, he didn’t know her exact address off hand. She had originally intended to ask around once she got there, thinking that a neighbor might point her in the right direction, but as the homes increased in quality and altitude, proportionate to the price tag on them, she realized that in a fancy place like the one she found herself in, they might protect their neighbor’s privacy more than those who lived next door to her in her little studio apartment would. Although she came from a family who had been blessed with very profitable business dealings, she didn’t know anyone from this particular area to recommend her, and while her hitai-ate may quell questions, it wouldn’t necessarily help her extract information.

Fortunately… or unfortunately… she soon had no doubt where Akane lived, for the girl was standing out on the street making a scene, as seemed to be her specialty. Though still beautiful, the girl had clearly been upset by their run in at the restaurant. Her blonde hair was no longer perfectly coifed, and there were smudges of mascara under her big amber eyes. Kameko would feel bad for her, seeing your ex-boyfriend on a date with another girl could never be easy, if Akane hadn’t then tried to sic her body guard on her. The body guard was present in this scene also. The burly, bald man had a flush of color in his cheeks, but he bore the girl’s abuse silently. It was apparent that he was used to his charge’s outbursts and had been a target of them on more than one occasion.

Kameko, in no hurry to get herself involved, hung back a bit, watching the scene play out without drawing attention to her presence, but it was hard not to hear the girl’s screamed rant. “…Y’know what, just go. Get out of here! You’re fired!! Who do you think you are, claiming to be a body-guard? Some little hussy just waltzed up and took your big, old sword like candy from a baby! For all you’re worth, I might as well just guard myself. I’d for sure not make as big a fool of myself as you did. Get out!! I don’t even want to see your face anymore. And forget getting any references!” She punctuated that statement by slamming the apartment door behind her. There were fewer pedestrians in this area of town, but such a tirade could not fail to draw a few passerby’s’ attention. When he turned around and saw that his dismissal had been witnessed by quite a few people, his flush darkened and he ducked his head in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Kameko stepped up then, catching him before he passed by. “Rono?” “Lea’ me alone,” he said gruffly, giving her a side eye. He hesitated then, recognizing her. “You…Yer the one from earlier. Started all this mess.” Though his words were accusing, his tone wasn’t a hostile one. “I’m sorry that you lost your job over it… I brought you your katana back though, as promised.” She offered him the unsheathed sword, hilt-first. “So ya did, so ya did… Thanks for that. I guess I should be relieved. That girl’s someone else’s problem now.” He accepted the sword and, shaking his head, made his way down the road that she had come up.

Starting to follow him back down, she paused next to a well-dressed young man that had also watched the scene unfold. Impulsively she warned him, “I wouldn’t let blondie catch you staring. She’s not a fan of spectators.” It had been a little chuckle that had prompted Akane to start wildly and loudly speculating about Kameko's supposed promiscuity. Glancing back at the home, she saw one of the lacy curtains move and guessed that Akane was looking out at the handful of people who’d gathered to watch the ‘fun’. Kameko, for one, was not sticking around. She had crossed the debutante once already today and had no intentions on getting pulled in again.

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Ryuuga

Ryuuga


D-rank
Assuming he arrived close to the residence he was looking for, though it was certainly difficult to find a place in a village where one knew absolutely nothing when it came to the directions within the city. Ryūga looked around the streets, trying to see if he could find anything that stood out, yet the houses seemed to blend in with one another, nothing sticking out like a sore thumb. As Ryūga kept going, unsure of what he’d find, he wondered if it would’ve been a better possibility for him to seek work from the issued mission board provided in the administration building of the village. He roughly knew where it was, as it was where the Raikage’s office was located, thus it was one of the first few buildings Ryūga had asked about upon his entrance in to the village. He had yet to visit the building as he had no rush to do so, yet he would need to at one point if he sought out work here, though it would be the same if he had decided to visited another major shinobi village.

Wondering if he was still going in the right direction, Ryūga stopped at the next crossroads, examining if there were any signs that would give notice as to if he was heading in the correct direction. If he hadn’t heard a word of this beforehand, Ryūga would’ve likely continued to mill about the village aimlessly, without really having a purpose for the day at hand. However random this particular occurrence, Ryūga would rather see where it led from afar and then determine the risk afterwards. Knowing he was on the correct street the entire time, Ryūga looked for a sign to indicate which cross-street he was currently at. He hadn’t been given any directions, only having listened to the man talking about the locale of the home, thus leading him to taking more time than necessary to find the place he was currently seeking out.

Pushing up his glasses as they were falling off the bridge of his nose, Ryūga took notice of the street sign and continued onward, knowing he’d come across it sooner or later. And, if by chance, he did not find it, he’d at least be able to spend some time walking around the village like he was doing earlier. As his steps fell in to a regular pace, Ryūga noticed a crowd straight ahead of him, spectators gathering to watch a scene. As Ryūga trekked closer, he heard the tail end of a statement produced by a blonde before she proceedingly slammed a door shut behind her. From afar, Ryūga simply watched as a few people walked away, though noticed a tall, masked, bald individual standing by the door, seemingly a bit dumfounded as to the events that passed by. Staying away from the direct vicinity of the scene, standing by a stone fence of another house two houses away from where incident unfolded, Ryūga knew that the female was likely the wealthy individual that the shopkeeper had been discussing when he passed by. Though from the look of things, Ryūga knew that the female alone wouldn’t be of aid to him in any way, shape, or form. She simply relied upon her parent’s wealth, so that’s where the potential opportunity ran, yet from the look of things, it was highly doubtful something would come out of it.

The woman in the pink dress whom was carrying a katana, likely the other female the shopkeeper briefly mentioned, was talking to the man standing by the door to the home. Nothing of importance popped out to Ryūga at that moment, thus he simply stood there, thinking where he could possibly go to spend the rest of his day. Lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, Ryūga noticed the brightly dressed young woman walking towards him, though she paused next to him. Hearing the words that came from her, Ryūga simply nodded, turning away from the residence of the woman he presumed was this Akane. He watched the girl for a moment before saying anything, though he saw her look back towards the home for a moment.

Not exactly stupefied for words, but rather having a bit of an issue thinking on what to say, Ryūga took a step away from the wall, nodding towards the dressed-up woman. “If she’s not a fan of spectators, it’s best not to make a scene, but I doubt she actually knows that. Perhaps it’s simply not the kind of audience she wants.” It was the simple truth for Ryūga, for he also had experience when it came to not wanting spectators of any sort, or any attention for that matter. Of course he was sure to draw eyes due to dressing formally, yet the attention was solely for that, his dress. Of course, Ryūga assumed she did want attention, just not the one she had drawn in earlier. “I suppose you know this ‘blondie’ you’re speaking of.” It was just a minor assumption, based on what the dark-haired woman had told him. Taking a step forward, back in the direction he came from, Ryūga looked towards the female in his momentary company, taking note of the hitai-ate he spotted earlier. Perhaps she could be of some help when it came to figuring out more about this village. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing to really see here. I’ve just recently arrived here, so it’s a bit difficult navigating around the village. Mainly, I’ve been wanting to know more about this village.” It was a simple invitation that truly wasn’t an invitation at all, as he phrased it as a statement. Genuinely, he did want to know more of the village, though he wasn’t sure on where to start. Figuring she would be walking in the direction he came from, Ryūga supposed he would be in her company for a short while at least. She definitely seemed like an interesting individual, with a hitai-ate, a pink dress, a katana at her side, and has recently given a naked blade back to a bulky individual.



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6A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Empty Re: A Day in the Clouds [Private/No Kill] Mon Jul 20, 2015 11:03 pm

Kameko

Kameko


D-rank
Having successfully returned the katana to its owner, her only purpose in having come up here was complete. So, after glancing back at the residence, she turned back to the young man, as he was in the direction of the path that would take her back down into the marketplace. She paused as he stepped forwards and addressed her, commenting on the rather counter-intuitiveness of Akane’s apparent habit of causing a scene and then lashing out at the bystanders which her original outburst had drawn. Her response was a simple shrug, “Probably not.” Her brevity was not attached to any feelings of unfriendliness, but there was little to be said when he had aptly summed up her own feelings about the girl’s behavior. He followed her comment with another one of his own, and though it was not voiced as such, she interpreted it as a question and answered with a rueful smile, “No, not exactly. I ran into Akane for the first time earlier today, but unfortunately, no one warned me that she wouldn’t appreciate an audience.”

Considering their brief run-in complete, Kameko began heading into town, but he fell into step beside her, apparently going the same way. Curious, she casually took note of his appearance, gleaning what information she could gain from assumptions based off of it. He was tall, with a lean build, dark hair, green eyes and glasses. There wasn’t a visible hitai-ate, so she had no indication on whether or not he was a shinobi; she didn’t notice any weapons on him, such as her own katana, but similarly, that wasn’t a definitive way of knowing for their was much room for variety within their profession. Her mind had jumped first to that option because, with the Chuunin Exam approaching, there would be quite an influx of shinobi into the village. However, with the dark suit, he could just as easily be a businessman. Although her family was heavily involved in the business of iron importation and, by necessity, had ties to many people who were in the weapons business, a substantial number considering the size of the ninja population in Kumogakure, she didn’t recognize him from any of the business functions she had attended over the years, though her lack of recognition similarly did not rule that possibility out.

As they began along their way, he spoke up, making a bit of small talk. “Oh? What brings you to Kumo?” she asked conversationally. Kaminari no Kuni was a large country with much to offer, but its location was such that they didn’t get a lot of through traffic unless they were coming overseas from another continent. “No, down here Kumo is much like any other village. If you’re looking for a view, you’ll have to hike up quite a bit farther,” she replied to his comment on there being nothing to see. While Kumogakure was beautiful, the nature of it being, literally, the village hidden in the mountains, meant that the terrain was rough and to really experience the beauty that it had to offer meant a steep mountainous hike that could be strenuous to those not accustomed to it; with that in mind, most tourists chose places where they could go site-seeing without all of the work. “Believe me, it’s definitely worth the effort. No other village can really even compete.” There was an unapologetic note of pride in her voice when she spoke of her village; she was born and raised here and was, of course, biased towards her home. Continuing, she offered in a friendly manner, “My name’s Kameko Ryuzoji, by the way. If you need help finding something, let me know, and I can point you in the right direction.”


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Ryuuga

Ryuuga


D-rank
As his steps fell in line with the female, he thought on what she said briefly, knows fully well that it was best to forget anything related to this Akane girl. He knew a lost cause when he saw one, and this in itself provided him with the sense that it was not worth seeking out the family for work as time progressed; it just seemed much easier conducting business with the village of Kumogakure no Sato, even if the pay would be less substantial than what he originally sought out. While it certainly wasn’t the most efficient method for Ryūga, or his favoured, he knew that it was far easier to seek out and accomplish the tasks that the major shinobi villages set out for low grade work, along with the pay. Regardless, he’d be able to see what the village had to offer, and with the upcoming Chuunin Exams, Ryūga knew that the village would definitely have far more going for it than it originally did so.

Her inquiry of what brought him to Kumogakure no Sato only had Ryūga briefly thinking, unsure of as what would truly bring him here, with the exception of seeking a bit more income for his wallet than was necessary. His answer to that could be summed up briefly, though there certainly wasn’t an end goal to what brought him here, only an adventure that would be continued elsewhere once Ryūga decided he had spent enough time in the Village Hidden by Clouds. “Nothing in particular brought me to Kumo. It was the closest major village from my recent travels, so I decided to see what it was like being in such a place. I’ve only ever been to smaller villages and towns through my years.” It was more information than he was willing to give up, yet Ryūga knew it would be enough to satisfy enough of her curiosity – or suspicions. As she went on to state that the view of Kumo were far higher up, including a hike, he knew it was best to forgo any inquiries he had about more sensitive information, though he highly doubted he’d be able to press it further without her raising her defenses. Perhaps, it was best for him to figure it on his own and decide his course of actions himself, even if it will take a bit longer than necessary. Though she stated that it was worth the effort – for hiking up the mountain – Ryūga felt it wouldn’t be something he immediately needs to seek out.

He wasn’t sure where they were going exactly, though he knew that she would soon be on her way, as she was simply but a stranger who happened upon him as he was watching a scene unfold. Knowing full well that they would soon be on their separate paths, Ryūga thought of where he could possibly head next, especially since she was willing to point him in the right direction. While he received a name, he wasn’t always keen on returning his own, yet this village never would’ve heard of him, nor would they really care unless he directly affected them. Mayhaps in the future word would return of it, yet that was a ways away, and he knew that he’d be able to survive if need be. “I’m Kuno Ryūga.” If he were from a major shinobi village, he would provide such information, but seeing as how he was mainly roaming around, there was nothing to supply such information. Thinking on her offer to guide him someplace, the only thing he could think of would be the library. Perhaps he’d be able to learn something, of however much importance it would be to him. The library itself would provide him with an area to spend his time in which he wasn’t doing much of significance.

“Ryuzoji-san, perhaps you can lead me towards the library? Any will do.” His intentions for going to the library were pretty simple; to read. The only question would be what Ryūga would find of interest once he got there. One thing was for certain, he’d at least be able to find out something about Kumogakure no Sato, or another village at that.



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Kameko

Kameko


D-rank
Kameko had hoped for some fantastic tale from the well-dressed man, but he didn’t provide anything worth noting. A small-town guy, he apparently only happened into Kumogakure by chance of it being the closest major village nearby. With nothing to spark her curiosity, she accepted his answer with a nod; not every stranger that she might meet on the street would be a fount of excitement. The stranger supplied his name, and it didn’t ring any bells. Kuno wasn’t a clan name that she recognized as being a prominent family from Kumo or as one which was made infamous enough to end up in the history books, such as the Uchiha. She offered him a smile in response to his offering of his name, her friendly manner unchanged.

She had almost been hoping to play tour-guide for the young man, but despite her unashamed bragging about her home, he had opted to choose a visit to the library instead of a hike up to see the view. It was of little consequence though, and she replied to his query with, “Of course. The main branch isn’t far from the marketplace.” She assumed that he knew where the market was, as you had to pass through it to reach the road which led up to the wealthy neighborhood. It didn’t matter for much more than a landmark, as she would be guiding him this time and could take note of the route as they went.

She set a comfortable pace, and pointing out a couple of her favorite restaurants and stores with little anecdotes about the owners on the way, they soon arrived at a large, beautiful building constructed out of marble. “Here we are. Kumogakure’s Public Library.” It was a separate building from the Academy’s library which was located across the village, closer to the training grounds. Tactical and practical information that a shinobi might seek out were also located here, and the main branch had much more variety and books on topics that civilians might also be interested in than the Academy branch housed. “Anything else I can help with?” She would wait to hear if he had any other requests and would answer them appropriately; if he asked for directions to any other location, she would be able to provide them to practically anywhere in the village with both street names and landmarks, having a good sense of direction.

After having answered any questions he might or might not have, Kameko would say, “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was nice to meet you, Kuno-san. I hope you enjoy your stay here.” She had introduced herself informally, with her surname following her given name, but when he addressed her by the traditional ‘Ryuzoji-san’, she followed his lead. In a society whose values were drastically different from person to person, she habitually would adopt whatever level of etiquette that her associate seemed the most comfortable with, within reason. Having said her ‘goodbye’, Kameko would turn to leave, to continue her day pleasantly without any teenaged drama queen’s tantrums to interrupt it.

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Ryuuga

Ryuuga


D-rank
While knowing he was an intellectual being, the unknown entity known as the streets of Kumogakure no Sato left him confused and slightly on the path that would ultimately lead him to his destination. He knew how to find his way back to places he visited previously – any fool would know how to do that – yet occurring on the library by chance wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Dedicating time to finding that particular location would likely end up in him wasting far more time than simply allowing Kameko to escort him to his desired location, thus it was upon that whim that led him to ask her to guide him towards the library; hell, even simple directions would suffice. Simple directions and a general cardinal direction was all he would truly require to find his way about the village to locate the library, but an individual who was familiar with the village and the route it took to arrive there would easily find their way faster than Ryūga could on his own. It was an easy conclusion to reach, one that any individual with a brain would agree upon.

Mentally taking notes of the various landmarks they passed on their way to the library, for future reference when Ryūga would need to trek the streets of Kumogakure no Sato once more, he would remain quiet unless a particular question would be brought up by Kameko – in the end their journey was fairly quiet from point A to point B. He did make a mental note about the establishments she had pointed out, particularly the restaurants and the few shops that had intrigued him slightly. There wasn’t much he knew about the specifics of Kumogakure no Sato and what the locals enjoyed compared to what was common knowledge spread by word of mouth. Ryūga listened idly to the minor details when it came to particular owners of these establishments, though this information wasn’t particularly important for Ryūga to absorb. He wouldn’t be around long enough in the village for this information to become useful for his endeavours. At most it’d be a month he’d be here, at least within the confines of the village walls. There was much he needed to do and most of it would likely need to take place beyond the enclosure of the village – it simply wouldn’t help his own cause if he stayed too long.

Having reached the marble complex, Ryūga turned to his companion-guide after having taken in the structure that he would be occupying for the next little while. There wasn’t much else he would need from Kameko, at least not something that currently came to mind as far as an immediate concern or need of his own. “No, there isn’t anything else I require right now. I thank you for your time Kameko-san and guiding me to the library as well. That is more than enough for me.”[/b] He wasn’t omitting anything, as the only destination he had in mind earlier was to eventually reach the library. All that remained now was a simple farewell and then they could both move on with their day. “Have a good day Ryuzoji-san.” He would bow his head slightly, hearing her reply as well and then began making his way toward the entrance of the library.



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