1 Pour One Out for the Mist Heroes (Hanza/No Kill) Sun Dec 10, 2017 12:21 pm
Hakara
D-rank
It was a fascinating thing to see two places that were entirely different who respected one another so much. Kirigakure no Sato was a gloomy place where it rained the majority of the time and in order to avoid the depressing monotony of everyday life people would escape to one of the many bars in the village, getting in a drink or several and trying to forget that at times life can be a real pile of shit. Their village had been destroyed twice in the past, once in Hakara Guanyin’s lifetime, and the people were almost always on edge. There was a strong military presence and the Mizukage was seen by many as a tyrant. The greatest heroes in the village were two groups of murders. The first was The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, who throughout the history of the village could be found soaking the mist in blood, earning it its appropriate nickname the Bloody Mist Village. The second, and one that was more curious still, was the Aoi Bara, who were a group of individuals who had recently been known for the corruption of Iwa, the murder of the Raikage Reika Misora, and many other crimes that had to do with defection, murder, theft, arson, destruction of property, and many others.
In contrast, Konohagakure no Kato was a village that had a history of heroes to be proud of. They laid claim to the group who had been known as the Sannin over three hundred years ago, as well as many of the greatest shinobi who had ever lived. In recent times their history had been a little bit darker, with defectors such as the Senju Queen Ukiyo Senju, the Hell Drake Mitsuo Sarutobi, the Great Manipulator Tsuyo Hyuga, and the God of Destructive Flames himself, Hao Uchiha. These individuals had become terrors, but their darkness could never put out the flame that lived at the heart of the village. Konoha was a village of hope and new beginnings. It was a place where people loved their lives and where you were more likely to find an eatery than a bar, and maybe it was that fact that made Hakara a little uncomfortable in this place. Hakara himself had a positive outlook on life at all times, having grown up with nothing and been taught to value what little you have by his parents. He was used to trying to cheer people up in Kiri, but everyone here seemed to be happy enough. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just odd to him.
He walked into the only pub he could find, a place known as the Shushaya Pub, and moved his reddish brown fingerless-gloved hands to pull back the fur-trimmed green hood that covered his pair of brown leather goggles and shoulder-length green hair. His emerald eyes scanned the establishment, a slight smile on his soft featured face as he took in the place that still felt so different to home. As he placed his delicate hands into the green coat and onto his slender hips he took a moment to take in the true differences. He noticed a few people who looked to see the Guanyin clan symbol on the back of his cloak, or the Kirigakure Headband that was tied to his left arm. He noticed that even in here the people were laughing and happy. It didn’t smell like fish like the bars that sold food in Kiri did, but rather different kinds of meat. He made his way to the bar and took a seat, looking towards the barkeep, a young woman with sky blue eyes and white hair.
“Hello there traveller!” Her voice was kind and welcoming, as though she truly enjoyed what she did. It was a nice thing to hear. “Can I interest you in a drink or maybe something to eat?” Hakara scanned the menu, ordering himself a hot toddy and a plate of beef and rice. He also ordered a second drink, placing it beside him as though expecting someone to come sit in the empty seat. He always did this, hoping someone would take the invitation to drink and share stories with him, and as the woman walked away he looked towards the door once more in the busy establishment, curious to see who might walk in...
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In contrast, Konohagakure no Kato was a village that had a history of heroes to be proud of. They laid claim to the group who had been known as the Sannin over three hundred years ago, as well as many of the greatest shinobi who had ever lived. In recent times their history had been a little bit darker, with defectors such as the Senju Queen Ukiyo Senju, the Hell Drake Mitsuo Sarutobi, the Great Manipulator Tsuyo Hyuga, and the God of Destructive Flames himself, Hao Uchiha. These individuals had become terrors, but their darkness could never put out the flame that lived at the heart of the village. Konoha was a village of hope and new beginnings. It was a place where people loved their lives and where you were more likely to find an eatery than a bar, and maybe it was that fact that made Hakara a little uncomfortable in this place. Hakara himself had a positive outlook on life at all times, having grown up with nothing and been taught to value what little you have by his parents. He was used to trying to cheer people up in Kiri, but everyone here seemed to be happy enough. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just odd to him.
He walked into the only pub he could find, a place known as the Shushaya Pub, and moved his reddish brown fingerless-gloved hands to pull back the fur-trimmed green hood that covered his pair of brown leather goggles and shoulder-length green hair. His emerald eyes scanned the establishment, a slight smile on his soft featured face as he took in the place that still felt so different to home. As he placed his delicate hands into the green coat and onto his slender hips he took a moment to take in the true differences. He noticed a few people who looked to see the Guanyin clan symbol on the back of his cloak, or the Kirigakure Headband that was tied to his left arm. He noticed that even in here the people were laughing and happy. It didn’t smell like fish like the bars that sold food in Kiri did, but rather different kinds of meat. He made his way to the bar and took a seat, looking towards the barkeep, a young woman with sky blue eyes and white hair.
“Hello there traveller!” Her voice was kind and welcoming, as though she truly enjoyed what she did. It was a nice thing to hear. “Can I interest you in a drink or maybe something to eat?” Hakara scanned the menu, ordering himself a hot toddy and a plate of beef and rice. He also ordered a second drink, placing it beside him as though expecting someone to come sit in the empty seat. He always did this, hoping someone would take the invitation to drink and share stories with him, and as the woman walked away he looked towards the door once more in the busy establishment, curious to see who might walk in...
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