1 A wanderer isn't always lost..[Nk|Invite Only] Wed Nov 02, 2016 11:13 pm
Mu
D-rank
It took days to travel without a horse or wagon, unless of course one just so happened to be a professionally trained shinobi. Those people could seemingly teleport to and fro, across the lands with almost no preparation. Mu was not one of them though. He was a self-taught magician, utilizing chakra since he was only a boy to perform neat illusions for common folk, if only do he could be showered in their hard earned riches. He grew up poor, and now he was simply loaded. He had deposits of ryo in every major village, as it was too much to be kept all in one location. No financial institution was willing to accept the risk of having it with them, as they could never insure it. It was funny to Mu, seeing the bank teller's face when he attempted to stash that ludicrous amount of money with them. They always had to fetch the manager. Then the manager always had to scratch his head, and break a sweat before bullshitting Mu in a patronizing tone about finances and how the bank wasn't able to hold that sort of content.
A smirk spread across the lavish man's face, as he has just celebrated his 20th birthday only a day earlier than today. He did so at a small roadside pub. He could hardly remember how much he drank there. He also had no idea how he left the place with double the money he had arrived with, the entirety of that night was a blur. Just like his life up to this point seemed to be. An exciting, fun-filled blur. Life on the edge.
Up ahead, as he approached the crossroads which would likely have lead him to the village of Kirigakute, Mu noticed a group of not so friendly looking men standing in relatively close quarters to one another, one slumped lazily against the sign post in the center, the rest standing around chatting. All of them were dressed like mongrels. They were dirty and sweaty. The stench of the bandits hit Mu before they cast a first glance in his direction, all of them stirring and directing their gazes toward him. Mu made a face of disgust, then forced a charming smile as he became close enough to his soon to be friendly acquaintances.
"Well, hello gentlemen. I know I am quite a charming man, but what's with the welcome committee? I'm sure Kiri has plenty of lovely individuals who deserve such a thing more than me."
Mu pulled a full bouquet of flowers from his sleeve very quickly and suddenly, as if out of thin air, and bowed lightly. The bandits found this hilarious, as the uglier of the three stepped face to face with Mu, in an attempt to intimidate the charming gentleman.
"You look like you got yourself lots of money. You see, we collect a toll from all who pass through. It's just how things work. You hand over half of the cash you have on you right now and you walk without a problem. You refuse, we gut you and take all of it."
It was a situation, for sure. Mu took great pride in being a master swindler. A king of thieves. The most free man in all of the lands. And yet here he was, his freedom threatened by what could just as easily have been piles of shit. It was a situation, for sure.
"Before we continue any further into this settling of scores, allow me to show you a very special part of my personal magic act. You see, lads, I am a traveling entrepreneur. I am an entertainer of the people. I bet each and every one of you has missed the opportunity at some point in your hardworking lives to be truly entertained by a real master."
He didn't give them any time to respond before he reached into his pocket, quickly signing the transformation technique on his kunai, turning it into a beautiful rose before he pulled it from his pocket. "Now, you see this lovely rose here? This rose can be made to completely vanish right before your eyes, sir. This is not a jutsu or any form of that trickery, if you're disappointed with the illusion I'll give you all of the money I have rather than double. Now watch the Rose very intently, please. Presto!"
Mu took the kunai, still in the form of a rose, and violently lunged, jabbing it into the badits left eye while he took his index and middle fingers on his right hand and shoved them brutally into the man's right eye, laughing in a twisted delight as he did. The other two were slow to react, mostly in terror and awe. The man who had apparently been their "leader" was on his knees screaming like a bumbling fool, blood leaking from his eye sockets.
"Aha! I kept my end of the bargain did I not? I think your friend no longer is able to see a rose. In that case, I require payment for my services. I'll need all of the ryo you've earned in this little skirmish today, and then I'll need you all to fuck off. If that can't be done, then I want the next volunteer for my next demonstration to step forward."
The men picked up the bleeding, nearly fainted leader of the pack and dragged him away, throwing down a neatly bound burlap sack, jingling with ill-gotten riches. Today was a lovely day. A magician's job was ever filled with wonder and beauty.
Total WC: 950
A smirk spread across the lavish man's face, as he has just celebrated his 20th birthday only a day earlier than today. He did so at a small roadside pub. He could hardly remember how much he drank there. He also had no idea how he left the place with double the money he had arrived with, the entirety of that night was a blur. Just like his life up to this point seemed to be. An exciting, fun-filled blur. Life on the edge.
Up ahead, as he approached the crossroads which would likely have lead him to the village of Kirigakute, Mu noticed a group of not so friendly looking men standing in relatively close quarters to one another, one slumped lazily against the sign post in the center, the rest standing around chatting. All of them were dressed like mongrels. They were dirty and sweaty. The stench of the bandits hit Mu before they cast a first glance in his direction, all of them stirring and directing their gazes toward him. Mu made a face of disgust, then forced a charming smile as he became close enough to his soon to be friendly acquaintances.
"Well, hello gentlemen. I know I am quite a charming man, but what's with the welcome committee? I'm sure Kiri has plenty of lovely individuals who deserve such a thing more than me."
Mu pulled a full bouquet of flowers from his sleeve very quickly and suddenly, as if out of thin air, and bowed lightly. The bandits found this hilarious, as the uglier of the three stepped face to face with Mu, in an attempt to intimidate the charming gentleman.
"You look like you got yourself lots of money. You see, we collect a toll from all who pass through. It's just how things work. You hand over half of the cash you have on you right now and you walk without a problem. You refuse, we gut you and take all of it."
It was a situation, for sure. Mu took great pride in being a master swindler. A king of thieves. The most free man in all of the lands. And yet here he was, his freedom threatened by what could just as easily have been piles of shit. It was a situation, for sure.
"Before we continue any further into this settling of scores, allow me to show you a very special part of my personal magic act. You see, lads, I am a traveling entrepreneur. I am an entertainer of the people. I bet each and every one of you has missed the opportunity at some point in your hardworking lives to be truly entertained by a real master."
He didn't give them any time to respond before he reached into his pocket, quickly signing the transformation technique on his kunai, turning it into a beautiful rose before he pulled it from his pocket. "Now, you see this lovely rose here? This rose can be made to completely vanish right before your eyes, sir. This is not a jutsu or any form of that trickery, if you're disappointed with the illusion I'll give you all of the money I have rather than double. Now watch the Rose very intently, please. Presto!"
Mu took the kunai, still in the form of a rose, and violently lunged, jabbing it into the badits left eye while he took his index and middle fingers on his right hand and shoved them brutally into the man's right eye, laughing in a twisted delight as he did. The other two were slow to react, mostly in terror and awe. The man who had apparently been their "leader" was on his knees screaming like a bumbling fool, blood leaking from his eye sockets.
"Aha! I kept my end of the bargain did I not? I think your friend no longer is able to see a rose. In that case, I require payment for my services. I'll need all of the ryo you've earned in this little skirmish today, and then I'll need you all to fuck off. If that can't be done, then I want the next volunteer for my next demonstration to step forward."
The men picked up the bleeding, nearly fainted leader of the pack and dragged him away, throwing down a neatly bound burlap sack, jingling with ill-gotten riches. Today was a lovely day. A magician's job was ever filled with wonder and beauty.
Total WC: 950