1 As Good A Place As Any [ Open | No Kill | Training? ] Mon Nov 21, 2016 1:30 pm
Kino
D-rank
As Good A Place As Any
Crisp and cool...
The air at this altitude hugged the skin in a chilling embrace that seemed to calm, to relax one’s being much in the way the other side of the pillow does in the middle of the night. Sometime ago Kino’s ears had popped and with that seemed to come clearer thought and more purposeful thunder claps betwixt synapses. High above the sun smiled down on him, midday heat warming the aforementioned cool air just enough to keep him warm despite being so poorly dressed for his current locale - something he would hastily rectify once he’d found himself a place to rest his head. At present Kino wore his usual attire; a pair of thin loose fitting white pants and a white tunic that hung from his frame as if it had been stretched. On his feet a pair of traditional shinobi sandals from which his toes peeked out. Over his shoulder was slung a bag within which various sundries of his long journey resided.
Kino paused for a moment. His slender brown fingers brushed the thick black locks, that had managed to fall lose of his hair tie, out of his face. His head tilted back slightly, as if prompted by the prior motion of his hand, shifting his line of sight upward toward the sky. A vibrant light blue wisped by streaks of white glared back at him. A deep sigh slipped between his lips in response. “As good a place as any to take a break.” He said as he reached for the pack that hung at his side. He slid the thing around and reached into it, producing a cylinder wrapped in paper. He glared at it for a moment, deciding if this is what he wanted. A slight nod confirmed that it in fact was.
Kino turned around, facing the bridge he’d just crossed. He’d come quite a way since his last stop at a small village where he’d procured the tasty morsel he now held in his hand. He nodded again in agreement with his prior statement; this certainly was a good place to take a break. A few steps brought him to one of the pillars that accented the bridge and he leaned against it. There he began to unravel the wrapping around what would turn out to be a burrito like snack, full of various meats and vegetables.
Utterly delicious…
His meal stuffed down his throat and belly full it was time to get back on the trail. Iwagakure wasn’t much further off and he hoped to arrive before nightfall. Not that he was even sure that he’d be allowed entry into the village. It was worth trying though. Worth the experience and lessons that could be learned. Most importantly his hunt for Hao had led him here. There had been word that persons at least affiliated with the man or at worst simply the horrors he had committed could be found here. Anything that might bring him even a step closer to the monster demanded Kino’s attention.
The paper his burrito had been wrapped up in was quickly balled up and tossed aside and his bag was repositioned. He looked back at the bridge one last time, letting the beauty of the scene sink in - it was worth remembering. There was no telling if he’d ever come across it again, no telling where his travels might take him next.
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