1 And What Are We Doing Today? (Invite Only, No Kill) Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:49 pm
Kuni
D-rank
Most people, when they went to Diamond Heights University, were there for the university. Tourists liked to see the grand bastion of education that was one of the best in the country, boasting sights as tempting as their syllabi. Scholars flocked from all four corners of the world to work for a diploma under the guise of one of the best teachers in the world, and sometimes you just felt like using the school's amenities and facilities, maybe for research or just to fool around and waste away an afternoon.
Kuni was here for a much different purpose. She was a kunoichi for the village, so most would expect her to be here in pursuit of some question on chakra, jutsu, or kata. But the binoculars in her eyes hinted at a different story, especially with the girl perched perilously at the edge of the window, legs dangling outwards and body leaning lazily against one side of the stone windowsill, carved like those arches out of fairytale castles where it was so easy to fall out of.
Her eyes were trained on the entrance, though from a glance one would assume she was just appreciating the scenery. The small note in her pocket, a request of sorts to put it nicely (she'd never admit it was borderline criminal) would show otherwise. Written in handwriting only she'd grown to learn how to decipher, she was supposed to make sure a small shipment of... questionable substances made it their way through the gates.
Well, she wasn't meant to. She just needed to report to some people who had dirt on her whereabouts that she either saw or failed to see it coming in.
That was all Kuni was here to do.
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Kuni was here for a much different purpose. She was a kunoichi for the village, so most would expect her to be here in pursuit of some question on chakra, jutsu, or kata. But the binoculars in her eyes hinted at a different story, especially with the girl perched perilously at the edge of the window, legs dangling outwards and body leaning lazily against one side of the stone windowsill, carved like those arches out of fairytale castles where it was so easy to fall out of.
Her eyes were trained on the entrance, though from a glance one would assume she was just appreciating the scenery. The small note in her pocket, a request of sorts to put it nicely (she'd never admit it was borderline criminal) would show otherwise. Written in handwriting only she'd grown to learn how to decipher, she was supposed to make sure a small shipment of... questionable substances made it their way through the gates.
Well, she wasn't meant to. She just needed to report to some people who had dirt on her whereabouts that she either saw or failed to see it coming in.
That was all Kuni was here to do.
293 words