1 Don't cross my people (Invite only) Tue Jan 10, 2017 6:53 am
Ryu Myugan
D-rank
It wasn't much of a night out. Ryu was on his way back from the party on the outskirts of the main village as per his usual. After all gaining revenue off the wealthy kids drinking games was profitable. After all they never remembered the next day due to how much they drank. Ryu himself was actually incapable of getting drunk off the basic crap they drank. Not to mention the hosts of these parties had learned to talk to him ahead of time to order cheaper but highly alcoholic mixes. If anything Ryu was beyond being a thug, he was a Myugan. They were known for their drink concoctions as a clan and had originated in Suna. So his name did open some doors for him outside of the shinobi world. So long as he went and did business to places without a liquor liscence he didn't have to worry about running into his own clan selling their brews. After all they preferred to remain legitimate and didn't do underhanded deals like he did. Still he was cautious just in case word got back to them and only sold enough to be sold out by the end of the night. Limited an amount as that was they still sold quickly.
Still he walked down the street while keeping an eye on his surroundings. Outside of the slums in the actual village he was nervous. After all he had been caught stealing and was a known convict. He did his time but he still didn't feel at home in the main village. His long blonde hair was tied back with a large hair band, dark in color as the night sky. An eye patch covering his right eye simply because the odd colors made him uncomfortable when people stared. Not to mention around here he might be accused of being a dojutsu hunter. Simply wasn't the case. The discolored eyes were a birth defect. It was a warm night though so he wasn't wearing his usual jean jacket and instead simply had on a short sleeved robe top. Halfway open across the chest where a pendant hung. It changed color in the light but it looked like a basic trinket. Only really of value to him. However his tribal tattoo's were clearly visible even in the dim lamp light. For bottoms he had on a pair of blue jeans tucked and folded over steel toe boots. His single Kunai was hidden inside his right boot. Barely an indication in the pants leg.
Ryu only briefly stopped at a shop to buy himself a candy bar and a pack of smokes with his newfound money from the bets. The owners watched him nervously and seemed relieved when he paid in full. He opted not to really talk to them during the encounter as doing so would only increase the discomfort and any snide comments might piss him off. With a shrug at their prying eyes he would walk out with the candy in a bag and pack the pack of smokes against his right palm. He would only have to walk about three more blocks to hit the slums outskirts so no wonder they were nervous. He could forgive a little fear. Still by the time he hit the edge of the slums he had a smoke between his lips and lit. Taking a drag on it as he walked with his ears listening now for anyone. He was a known combatant here. Leader of the Jackals. Taking him down was worth some renown. It paid to show a little caution. His eyes keeping a look out with that reasoning in mind.
It wasn't long before he rounded a corner by an abandoned house and saw the door was kicked in. The frame in shambles from the force of it. A frown formed on his face as he recognized the house. A homeless family lived there just trying to get by. They didn't own the house but the husband went every day into the village looking for work and the mother took care of the two kids. Making sure they were educated. No one in the slums should have any reason to mess with them. Already he felt his muscles tensing as anger ran through him like electricity. He was going to figure out who the hell was doing this and he was going to fuck up their world. Quietly he moved up to the house before his ears picked up the noise of sobbing and talking from the back yard. With a click of his tongue against his teeth he moved around the side of the house and quietly strolled into the back yard. What appeared before his eyes was something he hadn't expected and he was suddenly filled with rage at the sight of it.
In the back yard the Wife was holding the two kids while the husband, still in suit and tie was being held by each arm by two young men while a third backhanded him across the face. A fourth and older man was leaning on an old chain link fence as he watched. Speaking to the man as he was hit again. "Filth should know to stay in the slums. You got no future Mister. Now my cousin is aiming for that same job you applied for. You are going to miss that interview tomorrow you feel?" It was then that he noticed each of them was wearing a head band. Shinobi from the main village were in the eastern slums. Forcing their hand on the family. The bag of candy hit the ground as Ryu stepped in the light. The family looked at him and so did the shinobi as he stood there. Shaking with anger. How dare they decide this family didn't deserve a future. Raiton actively coursed around Ryu as it visible sparked around him. A single sentence would escape his lips through gritted teeth. Clenched so hard he might crack them.
"I suggest you run you son of a bitch."
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Still he walked down the street while keeping an eye on his surroundings. Outside of the slums in the actual village he was nervous. After all he had been caught stealing and was a known convict. He did his time but he still didn't feel at home in the main village. His long blonde hair was tied back with a large hair band, dark in color as the night sky. An eye patch covering his right eye simply because the odd colors made him uncomfortable when people stared. Not to mention around here he might be accused of being a dojutsu hunter. Simply wasn't the case. The discolored eyes were a birth defect. It was a warm night though so he wasn't wearing his usual jean jacket and instead simply had on a short sleeved robe top. Halfway open across the chest where a pendant hung. It changed color in the light but it looked like a basic trinket. Only really of value to him. However his tribal tattoo's were clearly visible even in the dim lamp light. For bottoms he had on a pair of blue jeans tucked and folded over steel toe boots. His single Kunai was hidden inside his right boot. Barely an indication in the pants leg.
Ryu only briefly stopped at a shop to buy himself a candy bar and a pack of smokes with his newfound money from the bets. The owners watched him nervously and seemed relieved when he paid in full. He opted not to really talk to them during the encounter as doing so would only increase the discomfort and any snide comments might piss him off. With a shrug at their prying eyes he would walk out with the candy in a bag and pack the pack of smokes against his right palm. He would only have to walk about three more blocks to hit the slums outskirts so no wonder they were nervous. He could forgive a little fear. Still by the time he hit the edge of the slums he had a smoke between his lips and lit. Taking a drag on it as he walked with his ears listening now for anyone. He was a known combatant here. Leader of the Jackals. Taking him down was worth some renown. It paid to show a little caution. His eyes keeping a look out with that reasoning in mind.
It wasn't long before he rounded a corner by an abandoned house and saw the door was kicked in. The frame in shambles from the force of it. A frown formed on his face as he recognized the house. A homeless family lived there just trying to get by. They didn't own the house but the husband went every day into the village looking for work and the mother took care of the two kids. Making sure they were educated. No one in the slums should have any reason to mess with them. Already he felt his muscles tensing as anger ran through him like electricity. He was going to figure out who the hell was doing this and he was going to fuck up their world. Quietly he moved up to the house before his ears picked up the noise of sobbing and talking from the back yard. With a click of his tongue against his teeth he moved around the side of the house and quietly strolled into the back yard. What appeared before his eyes was something he hadn't expected and he was suddenly filled with rage at the sight of it.
In the back yard the Wife was holding the two kids while the husband, still in suit and tie was being held by each arm by two young men while a third backhanded him across the face. A fourth and older man was leaning on an old chain link fence as he watched. Speaking to the man as he was hit again. "Filth should know to stay in the slums. You got no future Mister. Now my cousin is aiming for that same job you applied for. You are going to miss that interview tomorrow you feel?" It was then that he noticed each of them was wearing a head band. Shinobi from the main village were in the eastern slums. Forcing their hand on the family. The bag of candy hit the ground as Ryu stepped in the light. The family looked at him and so did the shinobi as he stood there. Shaking with anger. How dare they decide this family didn't deserve a future. Raiton actively coursed around Ryu as it visible sparked around him. A single sentence would escape his lips through gritted teeth. Clenched so hard he might crack them.
"I suggest you run you son of a bitch."
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