1 Learning the Land[Supaku|Invite|NK] Tue May 30, 2017 3:52 am
Anon Brier
D-rank
Hazel eyes with flecks of red stared up at the stone faces of seven Konohagakure no sato ancestors. These men depicted in the stone were meant to have been past leaders of the village, some ages past. Each face was a new generation for the village, a new leader that had changed the village completely in some way. Apparently around the time of the seventh face, there were advances in technology, but over the three hundred years since his reign those advances had been tossed out in favor of the old ways, leading the ninja of today to live their lives as if those advances hadn't happened. Some of the technology of that age still remained, to be sure, but there was more to be said of keeping the tradition of ninja alive rather than their technology.
The eyes that stared up at the faces belonged to a ninja clad in retro shinobi attire. From black tabi inside soft step sandals and black shinobi tights. To black shinobi gi vest, netted shinobi shirt and cloth arm guards. Upon his right leg, over bandages wrapped around his thigh to keep from causing abrasions was a tool pouch containing five scrolls. While upon the back of his belt were two swords, one slightly longer than the other, sheathed with the sheathes tucked into loops in the back of his belt. The man wore a violet mask, matching his dyed hair color, the mask leading into his netted shirt. The male stared up at the faces, a lock of hair going past his eyebrows to be on the left of his right eye, while the rest of his bangs were brushed over to the right of his face, the back of his hair barely touching the nape of his neck.
The man sighed while staring at the sixth face, shaking his head. He'd been told by someone that was meant to be his sensei that he looked an awful lot like the man on this stone, as though he was trying to take the identity of the man. While he actually had no idea what the guy was talking about, it was pretty apparent now, staring at the face of the sixth what he meant. The two were eerily similar in most aspects of their looks, save for the right eye scare one had, that Anon didn't have. He stood there, quietly staring at the rocks as people passed him by and shot him quizzical looks. Some even went as far as to whisper how he was trying to emulate the sixth face up there, as though it was his plan to look similar. Shaking his head, the male pinched the bridge of his nose.
Just my luck.
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The eyes that stared up at the faces belonged to a ninja clad in retro shinobi attire. From black tabi inside soft step sandals and black shinobi tights. To black shinobi gi vest, netted shinobi shirt and cloth arm guards. Upon his right leg, over bandages wrapped around his thigh to keep from causing abrasions was a tool pouch containing five scrolls. While upon the back of his belt were two swords, one slightly longer than the other, sheathed with the sheathes tucked into loops in the back of his belt. The man wore a violet mask, matching his dyed hair color, the mask leading into his netted shirt. The male stared up at the faces, a lock of hair going past his eyebrows to be on the left of his right eye, while the rest of his bangs were brushed over to the right of his face, the back of his hair barely touching the nape of his neck.
The man sighed while staring at the sixth face, shaking his head. He'd been told by someone that was meant to be his sensei that he looked an awful lot like the man on this stone, as though he was trying to take the identity of the man. While he actually had no idea what the guy was talking about, it was pretty apparent now, staring at the face of the sixth what he meant. The two were eerily similar in most aspects of their looks, save for the right eye scare one had, that Anon didn't have. He stood there, quietly staring at the rocks as people passed him by and shot him quizzical looks. Some even went as far as to whisper how he was trying to emulate the sixth face up there, as though it was his plan to look similar. Shaking his head, the male pinched the bridge of his nose.
Just my luck.
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