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A New Breath [Private|NK] Sat Apr 15, 2017 11:07 pm
Seiryū
D-rank
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Having recently arrived within the borders of Mizu no Kuni, yet not stepping within 100 miles of the main shinobi village, Kirigakure no Sato, Seiryū recounted the several weeks that had passed him by since he had departed Kaze no Kuni for a land that was likely even more dangerous for his person, but he needed to do this before he would ultimately let go of the things that held him to the village he had called home. A home that never truly was.
The islands of Mizu no Kuni were vast and many, far too many that Seiryū hadn’t bothered to count how many he had seen on his way via ferry. The current one he was situated on was one of the many purely civilian villages, large enough for there to be expectant visitors, yet small enough that it wouldn’t draw the attention of other shinobi. With all of his arsenal safely stashed away in an undisclosed location, Seiryū easily passed for a civilian to the naked human eye, for he was dressed in standard garb; a red v-neck, a pair of dark grey jeans, and simple black sneakers. It had been something he picked up along the way to the village. The hitai-ate that he denoted his village of allegiance… or rather had, was no newly denoted with a slash through it, yet it was one of his many belongings he did not have on his person. He had debated throwing it aside, an option that was still available to him, but one he would decide on in due time. His sole companion, Momo, had been left behind in the inn that Seiryū was currently occupying, under the name of Rihan. It was just a name that he’d use for his alias for the time being, until he figured out a solidified method of moving about without having to potentially worry about someone chasing after him – it was still unlikely Suna would send anyone after him for the time being.
The most denoting the feature that differed Seiryū from now to a month ago was his hair, at the moment. For instead of being the pure white it had been for so many years – since he entered his ‘rebellious’ stage in life at the age of twelve – his hair was mostly white, though his dark roots had begun to show once more. Added on to that was that his hair had grown plenty over the past few months, enough that Seiryū hadn’t bothered to trim it down either. A bit of scruff had also grown upon his features, finally no longer being clean shaven like he had been every day when he resided in Suna. The facial hair wasn’t for the disguise, but rather for the lack of time to actually go ahead and shave it off. He could easily get rid of it with his kunai and a mirror, but time usually dictated he be moving around constantly and acting like a civilian – being lazy accounted for his explanation for not getting rid of the scruff promptly.
For today, he had decided that he would spend his day along the beachside of the village, for it faced towards the major landmass of Mizu no Kuni that housed Kirigakure no Sato. The main island was covered in the mist Kiri was renowned for, yet the current island occupied by Seiryū was clear of any of the mist. He needed to find a mode to get in the village and find her, simply so he could explain his situation before having to depart once more – that was the least he could do for her. The issue wasn’t getting in to the village or finding, but rather the sense that he could be hunted at any one moment – though he doubted Kirigakure no Sato would actively seek him out, for he had done nothing to them, but the looming threat was ever present. While he possessed no ill will towards the village, the possibilities and potentials still remained and that was what made Seiryū more hesitant than anything; even if he accepted his fate that death would be inevitable sooner or later.
701 Total
The islands of Mizu no Kuni were vast and many, far too many that Seiryū hadn’t bothered to count how many he had seen on his way via ferry. The current one he was situated on was one of the many purely civilian villages, large enough for there to be expectant visitors, yet small enough that it wouldn’t draw the attention of other shinobi. With all of his arsenal safely stashed away in an undisclosed location, Seiryū easily passed for a civilian to the naked human eye, for he was dressed in standard garb; a red v-neck, a pair of dark grey jeans, and simple black sneakers. It had been something he picked up along the way to the village. The hitai-ate that he denoted his village of allegiance… or rather had, was no newly denoted with a slash through it, yet it was one of his many belongings he did not have on his person. He had debated throwing it aside, an option that was still available to him, but one he would decide on in due time. His sole companion, Momo, had been left behind in the inn that Seiryū was currently occupying, under the name of Rihan. It was just a name that he’d use for his alias for the time being, until he figured out a solidified method of moving about without having to potentially worry about someone chasing after him – it was still unlikely Suna would send anyone after him for the time being.
The most denoting the feature that differed Seiryū from now to a month ago was his hair, at the moment. For instead of being the pure white it had been for so many years – since he entered his ‘rebellious’ stage in life at the age of twelve – his hair was mostly white, though his dark roots had begun to show once more. Added on to that was that his hair had grown plenty over the past few months, enough that Seiryū hadn’t bothered to trim it down either. A bit of scruff had also grown upon his features, finally no longer being clean shaven like he had been every day when he resided in Suna. The facial hair wasn’t for the disguise, but rather for the lack of time to actually go ahead and shave it off. He could easily get rid of it with his kunai and a mirror, but time usually dictated he be moving around constantly and acting like a civilian – being lazy accounted for his explanation for not getting rid of the scruff promptly.
For today, he had decided that he would spend his day along the beachside of the village, for it faced towards the major landmass of Mizu no Kuni that housed Kirigakure no Sato. The main island was covered in the mist Kiri was renowned for, yet the current island occupied by Seiryū was clear of any of the mist. He needed to find a mode to get in the village and find her, simply so he could explain his situation before having to depart once more – that was the least he could do for her. The issue wasn’t getting in to the village or finding, but rather the sense that he could be hunted at any one moment – though he doubted Kirigakure no Sato would actively seek him out, for he had done nothing to them, but the looming threat was ever present. While he possessed no ill will towards the village, the possibilities and potentials still remained and that was what made Seiryū more hesitant than anything; even if he accepted his fate that death would be inevitable sooner or later.
701 Total
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