1 The Caravan to the East [Suna - Kiri | Invite] Fri Jan 26, 2018 8:17 pm
Shinko Akemi
D-rank
Disaster had befallen Sunagakure. Thick black smoke not belonging to its smithies had crawled up, followed shortly by the screams of the devastated. The dead count was high. None was spared as debris flew around, wounding unsuspecting passers. Whereas civilians ran into one direction, the shinobi forces of Sunagakure ran into another to face an unknown threat. Destruction roared, chaos prevailed, the hidden village was falling.
The monks of Inari didn't get spared. As jutsu after jutsu crashed the labyrinth of streets that formed the Bazaar, the monks gathered what little they had within their temple and moved away, following the crowd towards the only exit that seemed to be available. Unlike the crowds, most of them were calm and kept their minds sober. Kits and carry bags alike were carried upon the backs of the adults, tails of young and old swishing alike. Kitsune and nogitsune cared little for their usual defences, creating the perfect harmony between both philosophies to keep the marching troupe of monks save and the aiding of lost civilians alike. Among them were Akemi and her daughter, Ami. They had recently arrived in Sunagakure to find a new home, settling with their own kin while Akemi worked on gaining a foothold in the new Village - work opportunities, mostly. All of that had changed in a single moment when a group of foreigner decided for whatever reason their minds could think of to assault a hidden Village and kill the thousands of innocents whom lived there in self-imposed righteousness. The world was a cruel place, they said, but there was a difference between being an ass, and starting a genocide while drunk on power.
However, Akemi would not be the one to walk up to them and slap her hand across their faces in hopes to bring some clarity in their fogged minds - neither would the hundred of shinobi being killed on the battlefield, unfortunately. She had a child to take care of, a future to build up for the kit she carried on her back, and as such her choice had been made: safety first. She, like most of the surviving Shinko, were moving away to a different place. A safer place. There were several places where they could go, since they were a scattered clan, but the elder of the temple had decided upon Kirigakure. As a place known to for its hardships, the kitsune of Inari would be a welcome sight to help those in need that couldn't handle the pressure, while the nogitsune of the temple would be more than willing to test their mettle in the shadier areas of the Village. The perfect playground for a trickster clan as them.
As the caravan of monks moved on, more and more people gathered up. Some were drawn by their calm and collected demeanour, hoping to find a foothold and guide in the ensuing chaos, others were drawn in by the clan's chakra molding abilities that allowed them to weave protective means to provide shelter against the falling debris. More even were drawn in about the large amount of tails present, as every Shinko had at least one of those. While it had been possible to spot a Shinko on his own with its tails out, it was much easier to spot the entire collective of tailed monks. Naturally, being considered civilians foremost, not all those whom flocked towards the ever growing troupe were mere people. Shinobi joined, having been given missions to escort the fleeing civilians to safety, and likewise, bandits hoped to pry on the weaker of the flock. Unfortunately, facing a caravan of chakra users was not their greatest idea.
Eventually, the caravan was able to leave the immediate danger of the assaulted Village, ending into the raging winds that were typical to the Lands of Winds. Even there, lost people seeing the mass of movement ran up in hopes to find shelter, some not even caring any longer where they were walking to, shocked by the aggression and lost in their personal grief as friends and family were found dead, or simply left behind in the chaos. They found a caring shoulder with the compassionate kitsune of the clan, but no matter how much fate and wisdom was passed on... the dead never returned.
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The monks of Inari didn't get spared. As jutsu after jutsu crashed the labyrinth of streets that formed the Bazaar, the monks gathered what little they had within their temple and moved away, following the crowd towards the only exit that seemed to be available. Unlike the crowds, most of them were calm and kept their minds sober. Kits and carry bags alike were carried upon the backs of the adults, tails of young and old swishing alike. Kitsune and nogitsune cared little for their usual defences, creating the perfect harmony between both philosophies to keep the marching troupe of monks save and the aiding of lost civilians alike. Among them were Akemi and her daughter, Ami. They had recently arrived in Sunagakure to find a new home, settling with their own kin while Akemi worked on gaining a foothold in the new Village - work opportunities, mostly. All of that had changed in a single moment when a group of foreigner decided for whatever reason their minds could think of to assault a hidden Village and kill the thousands of innocents whom lived there in self-imposed righteousness. The world was a cruel place, they said, but there was a difference between being an ass, and starting a genocide while drunk on power.
However, Akemi would not be the one to walk up to them and slap her hand across their faces in hopes to bring some clarity in their fogged minds - neither would the hundred of shinobi being killed on the battlefield, unfortunately. She had a child to take care of, a future to build up for the kit she carried on her back, and as such her choice had been made: safety first. She, like most of the surviving Shinko, were moving away to a different place. A safer place. There were several places where they could go, since they were a scattered clan, but the elder of the temple had decided upon Kirigakure. As a place known to for its hardships, the kitsune of Inari would be a welcome sight to help those in need that couldn't handle the pressure, while the nogitsune of the temple would be more than willing to test their mettle in the shadier areas of the Village. The perfect playground for a trickster clan as them.
As the caravan of monks moved on, more and more people gathered up. Some were drawn by their calm and collected demeanour, hoping to find a foothold and guide in the ensuing chaos, others were drawn in by the clan's chakra molding abilities that allowed them to weave protective means to provide shelter against the falling debris. More even were drawn in about the large amount of tails present, as every Shinko had at least one of those. While it had been possible to spot a Shinko on his own with its tails out, it was much easier to spot the entire collective of tailed monks. Naturally, being considered civilians foremost, not all those whom flocked towards the ever growing troupe were mere people. Shinobi joined, having been given missions to escort the fleeing civilians to safety, and likewise, bandits hoped to pry on the weaker of the flock. Unfortunately, facing a caravan of chakra users was not their greatest idea.
Eventually, the caravan was able to leave the immediate danger of the assaulted Village, ending into the raging winds that were typical to the Lands of Winds. Even there, lost people seeing the mass of movement ran up in hopes to find shelter, some not even caring any longer where they were walking to, shocked by the aggression and lost in their personal grief as friends and family were found dead, or simply left behind in the chaos. They found a caring shoulder with the compassionate kitsune of the clan, but no matter how much fate and wisdom was passed on... the dead never returned.
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