1 Between. (Takayuri/private) Fri Mar 16, 2018 8:40 pm
Kirei
B-rank
Still reeling from the nightmare, Kirei tightened the headband around his forehead as he shoved open the door to the streets. The sun had barely begun to rise which probably explained why it was so **** freezing. The Uchiha's plumes of frosty smoke were giving him flashbacks to training days with his father, spitting fireballs until his lungs burned and he coughed up blood. Shoving his fists down angrily into the coat he was wearing didn't do anything to take his mind off the lack of sleep and shitty temperature. It didn't help that his father only sent clothing that proudly bore the Uchiha family crest, which made Kirei's eyes roll. So he walked briskly from the door of his dormitory, muttering a string of curses under his breath which amounted to little more than pointless vulgarity.
Kirei could already tell that the Mist Village started its day much earlier than at home. Before dawn, morning marketplaces stood next to the harbor ready for overnight fishing vessels to bring fresh stock; the first few lonely such ships were just now snuffing the lanterns on their boats and disembarking. Uniformed shinobi were out in force already performing their duties as well, overseeing the coming and going of the nearby port. The Uchiha walked along a wide footpath to the right of the water looking across his shoulder to the pitch black expanse of water. Just now the first few cowardly lights started to peek pathetic, amber eyes over the horizon.
Memories inevitably came to Konoha and walking the lakeside paths on the way to the academy. Was this what homesickness felt like? If it was, Kirei was having none of it. No matter where he shook his thoughts, the words of his father's condition rung in his head. This was the truth he had been avoiding thinking about and refused to acknowledge. He stopped and shut his eyes tight, breathing deep and slow of the sea air to remind himself that he was far from home. There was a moment of clarity, and then he felt his stress begin to melt away. There was still a knot in the pit of his stomach, but nothing a walk and a meal wouldn't fix.
By the time he'd walked the entire length of the port, dawn was well underway. The streets transformed as quickly as Kirei turned around to step back; suddenly his vision was filled with a bustling seafood market. Had he spawned this wonderous creation in his wake? Was the magnetic pull of his morning walk so transcendent that it alone could create delicious, fresh seafood? Of course not but it was fun to think so. The stroll back to the dorm after he'd calmed down took a lot longer; not only was he stopping to check out the market's delights but he'd also calmed down from his initial stress. When he finally rounded the corner of his street, he was surprised to see Yūji sitting waiting for him outside. The dog turned to him immediately and approached him at a run.
"Kirei!" The stern hound would say "In Kiri, our day starts at six. We already have daily morning assignments; then we report to a Jounin this evening for a mission! You have to take this seriously; we're not here to **** around, this is a privilege for you."
The dog's ranting sobered the boy up from his serene daydream, and he nodded shamefully. He agreed almost entirely but still found himself unable to completely commit to this mode of Shinobi Duty. With Yūji again snapping at him the two would set off towards the harbor, the second time of the morning for Kirei. Yūji explained their duties this morning would be unloading trade ships from Konoha; regular massive shipments maintained between the two allied nations to share exclusive goods. Well away from where Kirei had walked earlier, the two came to the opposite side of the harbor where the nation's imports came in. A far cry from the small fisherman's ships which provided for the market, the naval port was a monument to Kiri's shipping legacy.
The genin groups assigned to transport goods back and forth between the merchants and Jounin who inspected the cargo were easy to spot. Freshly clad in Kirigakure regalia, the other Genin who worked around him were obviously as green as he was. Immediately upon hoisting two heavy sacks of oranges onto his back, Kirei realized precisely what this was: bitch work. He shot a glance at Yūji, who met the boy's eyes and knew immediately what was going to happen; he'd seen that look before, Kirei was finished. In spite of pleading eyes, the Uchiha marched toward the far end of the harbor.
The boy made no show of stealth absconding from the task at hand. He was happy to train with a real master or go on an actual mission, but this type of busy work meant nothing to him. Oranges in hand, Kirei approached the barrier separating the naval dock from the civilian one and hopped it. Behind the boy, his canine would say nothing but slink along on his trail, resigned to Kirei's procrastination. With the day now at his disposal, Kirei took time to enjoy the nearby markets in full; he would approach the stalls closest to this side, marveling at the catches of the day.
919
700 trains c-rank jutsu (-10% quick learner, -10% uchiha ninjutsu, -10% uchiha katon)
Kirei could already tell that the Mist Village started its day much earlier than at home. Before dawn, morning marketplaces stood next to the harbor ready for overnight fishing vessels to bring fresh stock; the first few lonely such ships were just now snuffing the lanterns on their boats and disembarking. Uniformed shinobi were out in force already performing their duties as well, overseeing the coming and going of the nearby port. The Uchiha walked along a wide footpath to the right of the water looking across his shoulder to the pitch black expanse of water. Just now the first few cowardly lights started to peek pathetic, amber eyes over the horizon.
Memories inevitably came to Konoha and walking the lakeside paths on the way to the academy. Was this what homesickness felt like? If it was, Kirei was having none of it. No matter where he shook his thoughts, the words of his father's condition rung in his head. This was the truth he had been avoiding thinking about and refused to acknowledge. He stopped and shut his eyes tight, breathing deep and slow of the sea air to remind himself that he was far from home. There was a moment of clarity, and then he felt his stress begin to melt away. There was still a knot in the pit of his stomach, but nothing a walk and a meal wouldn't fix.
By the time he'd walked the entire length of the port, dawn was well underway. The streets transformed as quickly as Kirei turned around to step back; suddenly his vision was filled with a bustling seafood market. Had he spawned this wonderous creation in his wake? Was the magnetic pull of his morning walk so transcendent that it alone could create delicious, fresh seafood? Of course not but it was fun to think so. The stroll back to the dorm after he'd calmed down took a lot longer; not only was he stopping to check out the market's delights but he'd also calmed down from his initial stress. When he finally rounded the corner of his street, he was surprised to see Yūji sitting waiting for him outside. The dog turned to him immediately and approached him at a run.
"Kirei!" The stern hound would say "In Kiri, our day starts at six. We already have daily morning assignments; then we report to a Jounin this evening for a mission! You have to take this seriously; we're not here to **** around, this is a privilege for you."
The dog's ranting sobered the boy up from his serene daydream, and he nodded shamefully. He agreed almost entirely but still found himself unable to completely commit to this mode of Shinobi Duty. With Yūji again snapping at him the two would set off towards the harbor, the second time of the morning for Kirei. Yūji explained their duties this morning would be unloading trade ships from Konoha; regular massive shipments maintained between the two allied nations to share exclusive goods. Well away from where Kirei had walked earlier, the two came to the opposite side of the harbor where the nation's imports came in. A far cry from the small fisherman's ships which provided for the market, the naval port was a monument to Kiri's shipping legacy.
The genin groups assigned to transport goods back and forth between the merchants and Jounin who inspected the cargo were easy to spot. Freshly clad in Kirigakure regalia, the other Genin who worked around him were obviously as green as he was. Immediately upon hoisting two heavy sacks of oranges onto his back, Kirei realized precisely what this was: bitch work. He shot a glance at Yūji, who met the boy's eyes and knew immediately what was going to happen; he'd seen that look before, Kirei was finished. In spite of pleading eyes, the Uchiha marched toward the far end of the harbor.
The boy made no show of stealth absconding from the task at hand. He was happy to train with a real master or go on an actual mission, but this type of busy work meant nothing to him. Oranges in hand, Kirei approached the barrier separating the naval dock from the civilian one and hopped it. Behind the boy, his canine would say nothing but slink along on his trail, resigned to Kirei's procrastination. With the day now at his disposal, Kirei took time to enjoy the nearby markets in full; he would approach the stalls closest to this side, marveling at the catches of the day.
919
700 trains c-rank jutsu (-10% quick learner, -10% uchiha ninjutsu, -10% uchiha katon)