1 Longing For A Break (Invite Only, No Kill) Thu Feb 02, 2017 11:57 am
Kuni
D-rank
Every village was said to have its one monument that drew splendor and distinguishment from the next. For Konohagakure, it was the gargantuan mountains that seemed to be plucked straight out of the Land of Earth and dropped mindlessly into one end of the village, where the faces of the Hokage were carved in great detail as a symbol of hope and protection for the villagers. For Iwagakure, it was probably the large, towering walls that glared down at intruders marching upon the village's doorstep. It was called the Bastion Adamantine, for reasons that escaped Kuni, but even as detached as she was to the village she couldn't deny they looked like a guardian keeping invaders out.
Kuni found herself sitting on top of the Bastion Adamantine, staring out into the empty, barren wasteland, with only the setting sun in the horizon marking an hour to six. More precisely, on the edge of the walls erected at the top of the bastion, to avoid patrols slipping to their deaths. The lazy binoculars beside her were the same pair each time she had to stand guard and watch for approaching threats, not that anyone was stupid enough to come battering down the village's walls. The guards at the gates were for customs; few people outside the ninja forces knew the real scouting occurred at the top of the walls themselves.
While it paid, the only downside running with its signature boredom was the absolutely long shifts. Split into either two or three, Kuni always got saddled with the two, and her twelve hour shift was nearly coming to an end in just an hour. The bottle of water lay forgotten behind her, on the pavement where guards walked, having been emptied for hours since she misrationed her intake.
Her legs kicked, heels tapping against the stone cold walls of Iwagakure from behind her boots, parched from the long day rather than the sun, hidden mostly behind clouds as it continued its descent.
334 words
Kuni found herself sitting on top of the Bastion Adamantine, staring out into the empty, barren wasteland, with only the setting sun in the horizon marking an hour to six. More precisely, on the edge of the walls erected at the top of the bastion, to avoid patrols slipping to their deaths. The lazy binoculars beside her were the same pair each time she had to stand guard and watch for approaching threats, not that anyone was stupid enough to come battering down the village's walls. The guards at the gates were for customs; few people outside the ninja forces knew the real scouting occurred at the top of the walls themselves.
While it paid, the only downside running with its signature boredom was the absolutely long shifts. Split into either two or three, Kuni always got saddled with the two, and her twelve hour shift was nearly coming to an end in just an hour. The bottle of water lay forgotten behind her, on the pavement where guards walked, having been emptied for hours since she misrationed her intake.
Her legs kicked, heels tapping against the stone cold walls of Iwagakure from behind her boots, parched from the long day rather than the sun, hidden mostly behind clouds as it continued its descent.
334 words