1 The on Coming Storm {Plot/Kenji/NK} Sat Jun 03, 2017 3:42 am
Rakurai
D-rank
'Tuff' The sound of the kunai enter the wood was music to Rakurai's ears, he smiled to himself as he walked towards the target to remove the kunai from its center. It was the twelfth time in a row that he had been able hit the bulls-eye this morning, 'my aims improving' he thought to himself as he grabbed the kunai and pulled it out of the wood, wiping across his pant leg. His smile soon faded from his face as his stomach began to growl, he had been there since the sun rise it was only natural that he would be hungry. With a huge sigh he slipped the kunai back into the pouch on his right thigh, and walked to the nearby bench to retrieve his coat. It was a shame that his training had to come to such an abrupt end like this, but everybody has to eat and he was no different. Rakurai took one last look across the training ground at the target he had been practicing on that morning before turning and beginning his walk back towards town to grab him a bite to eat. As he walked down the road his mind began to wander, thinking back on the past three years and wondering if his life would of been different if he had not lost his memory.
It was obvious that he had received some kind of training before all this, that much had become clear during his time at the academy when he was able to pick up a sword and handle it as well as someone who had done it their entire life. Even though he could not remember having ever touched a sword before that moment, as if his subconscious was calling out to him trying to make the connection. But no matter how hard he tried to remember his past all that came to him was darkness, shadows of a former life. He wondered if his parents were still alive, they could of been killed by the person that meant to kill him, or worst still one or both of his parents could of been the one that tried to kill him leaving him with this scar across his chest. Of course if it was not for the great medics here in Kumogakure he would have died they saved him and for that he was eternally in their debt. Them saving his life was one of the major factors in him deciding to join the ranks of the Kumo Shinobi, his way of trying to repay them for them saving his life and their kindness to him after the fact. They gave him a roof over his head, not to mention all the training he received at the academy, they even tried to help him find out about his past though to no avail. The fact remained that he would never truly be able to repay them, all he could do was offer his assistance where he was able and protect this village with all he had including giving his life in its defense if he had too.
Rakurai had been so lost in his thoughts that he did not even realize that he had arrived at his favorite restaurant, until he heard the familiar voice of his favorite cook Ouri call out to him "hiya Raku where are you off too?" Rakurai turned to Ouri with a smile on his face "Well I was looking for some decent food, but I guess I can eat that crap you call food instead" he said jokingly as he sat down. Ouri just smiled back as he readied Rakurai's usual order, "now come on you know this is the best dinner in all of Kumogakure" he said as he placed Rakurai's plate in front of him. Rakurai took a big whiff letting the sweet aroma wash over him before grabbing his chopsticks and digging into him meal, he had not realized how hungry he really was until he smelt the food in front of him. Ouri was right his was the best in Kumo, at least the best he had experienced. After having his fill he sat there and joked around with Ouri for a little while longer before paying for his meal and heading out.
WC: 720
It was obvious that he had received some kind of training before all this, that much had become clear during his time at the academy when he was able to pick up a sword and handle it as well as someone who had done it their entire life. Even though he could not remember having ever touched a sword before that moment, as if his subconscious was calling out to him trying to make the connection. But no matter how hard he tried to remember his past all that came to him was darkness, shadows of a former life. He wondered if his parents were still alive, they could of been killed by the person that meant to kill him, or worst still one or both of his parents could of been the one that tried to kill him leaving him with this scar across his chest. Of course if it was not for the great medics here in Kumogakure he would have died they saved him and for that he was eternally in their debt. Them saving his life was one of the major factors in him deciding to join the ranks of the Kumo Shinobi, his way of trying to repay them for them saving his life and their kindness to him after the fact. They gave him a roof over his head, not to mention all the training he received at the academy, they even tried to help him find out about his past though to no avail. The fact remained that he would never truly be able to repay them, all he could do was offer his assistance where he was able and protect this village with all he had including giving his life in its defense if he had too.
Rakurai had been so lost in his thoughts that he did not even realize that he had arrived at his favorite restaurant, until he heard the familiar voice of his favorite cook Ouri call out to him "hiya Raku where are you off too?" Rakurai turned to Ouri with a smile on his face "Well I was looking for some decent food, but I guess I can eat that crap you call food instead" he said jokingly as he sat down. Ouri just smiled back as he readied Rakurai's usual order, "now come on you know this is the best dinner in all of Kumogakure" he said as he placed Rakurai's plate in front of him. Rakurai took a big whiff letting the sweet aroma wash over him before grabbing his chopsticks and digging into him meal, he had not realized how hungry he really was until he smelt the food in front of him. Ouri was right his was the best in Kumo, at least the best he had experienced. After having his fill he sat there and joked around with Ouri for a little while longer before paying for his meal and heading out.
WC: 720