1 Eyes on the Prize [ Kuno | NK ] Tue Jun 13, 2017 5:51 pm
Issei
D-rank
The weather in Sunagakure was hot and harsh, nearly unbearable for someone was accustomed to the cold as Issei had been. Sure, he'd lived in Iwa before and that was hot in the summers too, but this was a new kind of heat that permeated him and left him exhausted even after just a few steps. Now, Issei was no expert, and he didn't have any bright and exciting ideas for recruiting ninja to join Ninshiki, especially in a new village where there were different rules and different people. He planned to do exactly what he did in Kiri; set up somewhere public and establish an audience, show them what he was capable of and what he wanted to do, and see who was willing to join the cause. From what he understood, Sunagakure's political and social climate was turbulent, with a new Kazekage recently inaugurated and the village's population still bustling as always, sheltered by their giant wall and isolated from the rest of the world. Their shinobi and clans native to the Land of Wind were known for their unorthodox fighting styles, unique weapons and elemental natures, and competitive spirits. So, that was what Issei wanted to appeal to.
The Kiri-nin went to an area just outside of the Grand Bazaar, where the crowds were dense enough that they weren't passing through in the blink of an eye, but they weren't practically immobile and perusing wares like inside of the Bazaar, either. He set up a makeshift tent out of cloth and wooden sticks as supports, burying them deep enough in the sand to provide stability. He used an abandoned barrel as a table and put some leftover cloth on the ground to cover the sand beneath him. The tent hung loosely overhead to shield Issei's eyes from the sun, and it flapped with every strong gust that blew past. Issei made a hand seal with one hand and held out his opposite hand, the cloth wrapped around his wrist face-up. The seal one it disappeared, and in a cloud of smoke, a pile of clothes took its place. He set them down and repeated the same with his other hand, this time pressing his palm onto the ground and unsealing 4 sets of armor.
With his setup established, he leaned back against the barrel and watched the people walk by, waiting for one curious enough to stop and ask what the armor was or what the robes were. He purposely had made himself look like a merchant who had set up shop in order to get more attention from various shoppers, but the only people who he paid any attention to were the ones wearing Sunagakure headbands, so he knew without at doubt that they were shinobi. His own headband was tied to his right bicep. He was a bit worried that someone would try to run off with the wares, though; trying to chase a thief down when he was a foreigner in the middle of a crowded shopping district didn't sound like much fun, but he would do it, if necessary.
The Kiri-nin went to an area just outside of the Grand Bazaar, where the crowds were dense enough that they weren't passing through in the blink of an eye, but they weren't practically immobile and perusing wares like inside of the Bazaar, either. He set up a makeshift tent out of cloth and wooden sticks as supports, burying them deep enough in the sand to provide stability. He used an abandoned barrel as a table and put some leftover cloth on the ground to cover the sand beneath him. The tent hung loosely overhead to shield Issei's eyes from the sun, and it flapped with every strong gust that blew past. Issei made a hand seal with one hand and held out his opposite hand, the cloth wrapped around his wrist face-up. The seal one it disappeared, and in a cloud of smoke, a pile of clothes took its place. He set them down and repeated the same with his other hand, this time pressing his palm onto the ground and unsealing 4 sets of armor.
With his setup established, he leaned back against the barrel and watched the people walk by, waiting for one curious enough to stop and ask what the armor was or what the robes were. He purposely had made himself look like a merchant who had set up shop in order to get more attention from various shoppers, but the only people who he paid any attention to were the ones wearing Sunagakure headbands, so he knew without at doubt that they were shinobi. His own headband was tied to his right bicep. He was a bit worried that someone would try to run off with the wares, though; trying to chase a thief down when he was a foreigner in the middle of a crowded shopping district didn't sound like much fun, but he would do it, if necessary.
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