1 Sarutobi Meets Sarutobi [Invite Only/Mitsuo] Thu Oct 27, 2016 5:26 pm
Kashizudoto
S-rank
Given his diplomatic mission to Iwa and the task that he had in the Land of Lightning, Kashizudoto hadn't seen another Sarutobi for quite a while. The tokubetsu jonin had always felt very disconnected from his family as a result of the terror known as his parents, so he didn't care much. That said, he didn't necessarily harbor ill feelings towards his entire clan; after all, he really looked up to his grandfather as a leader and a role model, although he realized the flaws in him as well. Little did he know, there was another Sarutobi in town...
The boy would trod through the outskirts of Kumo, his head held high up in the air to watch the clouds overhead. He would identify several cumulus clouds directly overhead that staved off the sunlight as well as a dark, sweeping cumulonimbus cloud in the distance with a towering anvilhead. There would be a storm soon, no doubt about it.
He wore his normal, battle-ready attire as he would head towards the main part of the village with his loyal messenger hawk, who he had dubbed "Hawky", perched on his shoulder and on the lookout. He had on a black swordsman's robe embroidered with gold patterns along the edges that covered the top half of his shinobi sweatpants; Master Piandao had gifted this matching robe to Kashizudoto once he had completed his apprenticeship under him. He had a bamboo sheath attached to his robe that held his Tentetsutou, the fine, black katana that he had forged out of a four billion year old meteorite during his apprenticeship under Piandao. He had a coil of wire measuring about fifty meters that was located next to his sheath; he had a colorful variety of uses for what had turned into an essential utility in his arsenal ever since the jonin council had promoted him to a chuunin. Underneath the wire, he had a holster containing three shuriken and one kunai knife.
The tokubetsu jonin would let out a small yawn as he would wonder what the rest of his day would be like - only time would tell who he would meet on the way, if anyone.
WC: 368
The boy would trod through the outskirts of Kumo, his head held high up in the air to watch the clouds overhead. He would identify several cumulus clouds directly overhead that staved off the sunlight as well as a dark, sweeping cumulonimbus cloud in the distance with a towering anvilhead. There would be a storm soon, no doubt about it.
He wore his normal, battle-ready attire as he would head towards the main part of the village with his loyal messenger hawk, who he had dubbed "Hawky", perched on his shoulder and on the lookout. He had on a black swordsman's robe embroidered with gold patterns along the edges that covered the top half of his shinobi sweatpants; Master Piandao had gifted this matching robe to Kashizudoto once he had completed his apprenticeship under him. He had a bamboo sheath attached to his robe that held his Tentetsutou, the fine, black katana that he had forged out of a four billion year old meteorite during his apprenticeship under Piandao. He had a coil of wire measuring about fifty meters that was located next to his sheath; he had a colorful variety of uses for what had turned into an essential utility in his arsenal ever since the jonin council had promoted him to a chuunin. Underneath the wire, he had a holster containing three shuriken and one kunai knife.
The tokubetsu jonin would let out a small yawn as he would wonder what the rest of his day would be like - only time would tell who he would meet on the way, if anyone.
WC: 368