1 The Arrival [Plot | Maki | No Kill] Thu Sep 21, 2017 9:24 pm
Hito
D-rank
The Village Hidden in the Clouds…
The young Yuki never would have expected to ever set foot in the Land of Lightning as a whole, let alone the great shinobi village that was within it. If it had been up to his mother, Hito never would have set foot outside of his home village until he was strong enough to rival the Mizukage herself. He would have stayed in the family compound and trained day and night, locked away from other people and places, being formed into a weapon of great power in order to make her proud; all the while wishing for death to take him. But it wasn’t up to his mother anymore. It had not been for years in fact. He had been surprised when nobody had trailed him from the village, though he suspected that since he had dropped out of the academy officially before he left, his mother probably had no grounds to get the village ANBU after him.
Regardless of the reason, Hito had managed to escape the iron fist of his obsessed mother, and that had led him to a new country that he knew nothing about. The young Yuki was only sure of one thing, and that was that he desperately needed ryo, a roof over his head, and food in his stomach. It amazed him how long he could last without such things when he had first abandoned his home all those years ago, but ever since he had gotten a taste of the finer things in life, he had been pretty hard to please with anything but at least the basic necessities. He had been able to charm and bribe his way into more than one establishment over the course of his time on the road, but eventually the ryo ran out, and that left him in a situation that he was not used to.
And thus, his pursuit of a place to call a temporary home and a consistent source of ryo had left on the front steps on the Kumogakure no Sato Administration Building. He had not performed an official mission for anyone in his time in the Land of Water, but on his way across the land he had done a few odd jobs to keep his ryo supply up. With his few skills that he retained from his time in the academy of the Village Hidden in the Mists, he figured that he could convince the people here that he was a wandering ninja in search of work. With the recent change in Raikage, he knew that Ronin were far more welcome in the village than they once were, which meant that work here could keep him comfortable for the next little while at least.
With a sigh, Hito stepped though the doors and glanced around at the crowd of ninja that he was greeted with, each and every one of them wearing the forehead protectors that bore the symbol of the Village Hidden in the Clouds. It was uncomfortable for a moment, to say the least. But Hito did not let that discomfort stop him from striding into the room with an air of confidence about him, a smirk nearly ever present on his face. He was wearing his usual attire; a white button down with the top three buttons undone tucked into his black pants and covered by his black collared jacket. He looked far better off than he was, but he did not mind at all. In Hito's experience, the richer people thought you were, the better you were treated.
As he stepped toward a counter that seemed to be a place for him to sign in, to took a moment to run his hand through his hair before looking down at the woman manning the desk behind the counter. He exchanged pleasantries with her and explained why he was there, registering as a wandering ninja. Cheerfully, the woman obliged in beginning to sign him up, but notified him that it would take some time. “Not a worry,” Hito said smoothly as he turned his back to her and leaned against the counter top and scanned the room. He glanced around at the central hub of his temporary home, hoping to pick a face out of this crowd that might be on his level. Maybe even someone who was a foreigner like himself. In truth he didn’t know what he was looking for, but even so, he kept scanning the faces in the crowd…
WC:754
The young Yuki never would have expected to ever set foot in the Land of Lightning as a whole, let alone the great shinobi village that was within it. If it had been up to his mother, Hito never would have set foot outside of his home village until he was strong enough to rival the Mizukage herself. He would have stayed in the family compound and trained day and night, locked away from other people and places, being formed into a weapon of great power in order to make her proud; all the while wishing for death to take him. But it wasn’t up to his mother anymore. It had not been for years in fact. He had been surprised when nobody had trailed him from the village, though he suspected that since he had dropped out of the academy officially before he left, his mother probably had no grounds to get the village ANBU after him.
Regardless of the reason, Hito had managed to escape the iron fist of his obsessed mother, and that had led him to a new country that he knew nothing about. The young Yuki was only sure of one thing, and that was that he desperately needed ryo, a roof over his head, and food in his stomach. It amazed him how long he could last without such things when he had first abandoned his home all those years ago, but ever since he had gotten a taste of the finer things in life, he had been pretty hard to please with anything but at least the basic necessities. He had been able to charm and bribe his way into more than one establishment over the course of his time on the road, but eventually the ryo ran out, and that left him in a situation that he was not used to.
And thus, his pursuit of a place to call a temporary home and a consistent source of ryo had left on the front steps on the Kumogakure no Sato Administration Building. He had not performed an official mission for anyone in his time in the Land of Water, but on his way across the land he had done a few odd jobs to keep his ryo supply up. With his few skills that he retained from his time in the academy of the Village Hidden in the Mists, he figured that he could convince the people here that he was a wandering ninja in search of work. With the recent change in Raikage, he knew that Ronin were far more welcome in the village than they once were, which meant that work here could keep him comfortable for the next little while at least.
With a sigh, Hito stepped though the doors and glanced around at the crowd of ninja that he was greeted with, each and every one of them wearing the forehead protectors that bore the symbol of the Village Hidden in the Clouds. It was uncomfortable for a moment, to say the least. But Hito did not let that discomfort stop him from striding into the room with an air of confidence about him, a smirk nearly ever present on his face. He was wearing his usual attire; a white button down with the top three buttons undone tucked into his black pants and covered by his black collared jacket. He looked far better off than he was, but he did not mind at all. In Hito's experience, the richer people thought you were, the better you were treated.
As he stepped toward a counter that seemed to be a place for him to sign in, to took a moment to run his hand through his hair before looking down at the woman manning the desk behind the counter. He exchanged pleasantries with her and explained why he was there, registering as a wandering ninja. Cheerfully, the woman obliged in beginning to sign him up, but notified him that it would take some time. “Not a worry,” Hito said smoothly as he turned his back to her and leaned against the counter top and scanned the room. He glanced around at the central hub of his temporary home, hoping to pick a face out of this crowd that might be on his level. Maybe even someone who was a foreigner like himself. In truth he didn’t know what he was looking for, but even so, he kept scanning the faces in the crowd…
WC:754