1 Nameless [Sero | P | NK] Tue Aug 08, 2017 12:40 pm
Seito
D-rank
Seito knew that if he wanted to take his abilities and self to the next level that he would need to seek out a mentor, a guide. Someone that could help teach Seito not only about how to become a strong shinobi but why. As well as, the political sphere that surrounds Kirigakure. There was so much for the young chunin to learn and he was falling behind on his timeline; he should have been promoted to special jonin by now. With that, Seito had a short list of individuals that he complied for various reasons. Having access to personal files in the Kirigakure Intelligence Division has been fruitful and slightly illegal. However, with rumors and whispers Seito reached a conclusion that while seeking out Osada Sero may be dangerous and perilous the benefits that could blossom will be sweeter than any fruit.
The young Hattori found himself in front of a shoddy, decrepit shack near the waters that would serve as a bridge to the forbidden palace. His hand knocked on the open counter, similar to a ramen bar with hopes that the wood would not break and splinter into his fist. After a few moments, a bizarre and eerie older man appeared and stared into the dark abyss of Seito's eyes. Hesitantly, Seito spoke without breaking eye contact but slightly shifting his head away. "I am looking to travel to the Osada Castle." The old man burst into a shriek. "Aren't ya a little young to be heading on over there? Don't ya know they be monsters older than you in those waters and on that land?"
The chunin seemed unfazed with composure. "There are plenty of shinobi older than Sero that have fallen to him." The rebuttal caused the old man to squint, judging. "Very well. The price is 50 ryo. However, since you are an ambitious and determined young man, it'll be 60!" He laughed as he wandered off over tripping over himself. The Kiri nin rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he walked through the counter and towards the dock. The navy blue pants and shinobi sandals identified him as a shinobi, but none better than the Kirigakure headband that was crisply polished on his forehead. The old man stepped into a creaking, perhaps leaking canoe and extended his arm out for the ryo. "When we get there." Seito said with a stern voice. The old man chuckled and made space for Seito.
His long black locks flowed in the wind as the old man pushed the canoe down towards the castle. Unfortunately, Seito could not see anything due to a thick mist. 'Kirigakure no jutsu?' Seito thought as he wondered if the fog was an ever-present jutsu. Regardless, Seito felt a strange sensation as his hairs stood up. A light chuckle came across Seito as he realized what he was getting himself into and the only way he could handle himself was through humor. As the canoe docked, Seito threw a few coins towards the old man as he caught them with a bright shining smile strong enough to shed some light on the dock. "Be careful!" The old man shoued with a creepy laugh that slowly crept away to nothing. Within moments, Seito found himself on shudder island, covered with fog allowing one to only within the treeline and several meters in front of him.
His first few steps sent him an eerie and odd feeling of paranoia, of being watched, as if he were prey. Regardless, the chunin marched on wishing that he had developed a genjutsu to cure his delusions. Seito walked calmly down the path that he hoped would lead him to Sero. The entire time, blinking eyes watched from within the woods only meters away on each side of him. The chunin chuckled to himself thinking about how right the boatman was. Seeing shadows of the trees gave comfort to Seito knowing that this was not a complete genjutsu. It would not take long for Seito to find himself stepping on stone stairs, that he would hope led to the front door. Not that Seito was afraid but he certainly wanted to get out of here. He could see why people would call this place dangerous but not for the creatures that stalked but for the mental strength required to travel. Seito could easily see someone falling mentally insane here, the sadistic nature of Seito thought it would be hilarious to place genjutsu traps to expedite a complete meltdown. He wondered of many other people have made it to this front door, as he knocked with the large door knocker several times hoping for a response. As fun as it was, Seito was more nervous now than the trip. 'Questions.' Seito thought as he was running down the list of prearranged questions he had for Sero.
[813 WC]
The young Hattori found himself in front of a shoddy, decrepit shack near the waters that would serve as a bridge to the forbidden palace. His hand knocked on the open counter, similar to a ramen bar with hopes that the wood would not break and splinter into his fist. After a few moments, a bizarre and eerie older man appeared and stared into the dark abyss of Seito's eyes. Hesitantly, Seito spoke without breaking eye contact but slightly shifting his head away. "I am looking to travel to the Osada Castle." The old man burst into a shriek. "Aren't ya a little young to be heading on over there? Don't ya know they be monsters older than you in those waters and on that land?"
The chunin seemed unfazed with composure. "There are plenty of shinobi older than Sero that have fallen to him." The rebuttal caused the old man to squint, judging. "Very well. The price is 50 ryo. However, since you are an ambitious and determined young man, it'll be 60!" He laughed as he wandered off over tripping over himself. The Kiri nin rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he walked through the counter and towards the dock. The navy blue pants and shinobi sandals identified him as a shinobi, but none better than the Kirigakure headband that was crisply polished on his forehead. The old man stepped into a creaking, perhaps leaking canoe and extended his arm out for the ryo. "When we get there." Seito said with a stern voice. The old man chuckled and made space for Seito.
His long black locks flowed in the wind as the old man pushed the canoe down towards the castle. Unfortunately, Seito could not see anything due to a thick mist. 'Kirigakure no jutsu?' Seito thought as he wondered if the fog was an ever-present jutsu. Regardless, Seito felt a strange sensation as his hairs stood up. A light chuckle came across Seito as he realized what he was getting himself into and the only way he could handle himself was through humor. As the canoe docked, Seito threw a few coins towards the old man as he caught them with a bright shining smile strong enough to shed some light on the dock. "Be careful!" The old man shoued with a creepy laugh that slowly crept away to nothing. Within moments, Seito found himself on shudder island, covered with fog allowing one to only within the treeline and several meters in front of him.
His first few steps sent him an eerie and odd feeling of paranoia, of being watched, as if he were prey. Regardless, the chunin marched on wishing that he had developed a genjutsu to cure his delusions. Seito walked calmly down the path that he hoped would lead him to Sero. The entire time, blinking eyes watched from within the woods only meters away on each side of him. The chunin chuckled to himself thinking about how right the boatman was. Seeing shadows of the trees gave comfort to Seito knowing that this was not a complete genjutsu. It would not take long for Seito to find himself stepping on stone stairs, that he would hope led to the front door. Not that Seito was afraid but he certainly wanted to get out of here. He could see why people would call this place dangerous but not for the creatures that stalked but for the mental strength required to travel. Seito could easily see someone falling mentally insane here, the sadistic nature of Seito thought it would be hilarious to place genjutsu traps to expedite a complete meltdown. He wondered of many other people have made it to this front door, as he knocked with the large door knocker several times hoping for a response. As fun as it was, Seito was more nervous now than the trip. 'Questions.' Seito thought as he was running down the list of prearranged questions he had for Sero.
[813 WC]