1 Finding Konoha[Private][NK] Wed Jul 06, 2016 10:36 am
Yūgen Kishou
D-rank
The path upon which the lone wanderer traveled was not short by any means. The sun sat only just beyond the halfway point in the sky. The time was around 4:00 pm. Yūgen has been traveling since the early morning after his encounter with the bandits. After two years in the wilderness, having survived on nothing but the land and a few books to read, Yūgen didn't know how he would take society. Particularly given the fact that society was only a concept in his mind from books and guided on etiquette.
Yūgen had clothed himself with the nicest looking outfit among the men he had slain earlier. The outfit was actually more likely to be considered "overdressing" in terms of shinobi, though as a child at the Kishou gene pool, Yūgen had found himself wearing this sort of garb all the time. A white undershirt with long sleeves, a tuxedo vest which was a gentle shade dark blue, and black dress pants with black shoes to go with them. To anyone who saw him, he might appear to be some sort of big shot. A famous individual who would sign an autograph. This was both a gift and a curse, as Yūgen was indeed a particularly handsome young man. It wasn't by luck either, it was how he was created.
Besides those clothes, he now long had a single Kunai and a handful of Shuriken. Supplies were low, but according to his prior knowledge and the way the footprints gave away the fact that the path upon which he walked was one well traveled, he shouldn't have been too far off. He had never been to the village Hidden in the Leaves before. His teachers and the guards at the Kishou facility would often tell stories of the outside world. And of Konoha they had spoken at times. The history books Yūgen had read detailed some major events of the shinobi world having conspired in Konoha. The place was typically recognized as a place where the heroes and villains of the ninja world came to be.
Yūgen had all the time in the world to ponder about his current situation as he walked on that lengthy path. He wondered just how much he would have to tell the people there in order to gain entry. His plan was to leave the Kishou out of it. This journey of his no longer pertained to them. It was his life now, they had chosen to exit. There was nothing more simple than that.
As he walked on, he felt some unease. Behind him there were footsteps which were not his own. They were making an attempt to seem so, however. Yūgen closed his eyes and took a deep breath then pivoted, kunai in hand, pointed at the throat of the individual who had just become more brisk and reached an uncomfortable closeness. It was Lairyu.
Lairyu had been a childhood friend at the Kishou genetics facility. His only friend. In turn, she had been the reason Yūgen was thrown out. He held no ill will toward her, and his immediate reaction was to place down his kunai, but immediately she brought hers up to his throat. There were no words exchanged between the two. They had each been trained not to speak to someone you were going to kill. Lairyu hadn't likely come here on her own, for a tear could be seen streaming down her face even though her gaze was aimed downward at his chest. She had been ordered to do this.
Realizing the path forward was only one way, Yūgen darted back, escaping range of bed kunai at least in melee form, then dashed back in to begin a true contest of skill. As they clashed kunai against kunai, the sparks and sound of steel ok steel sounding out, Yūgen would take the upper hand after only a few moments with his advantage. He had always been the best fighter at the facility and she knew that. He genuinely didn't think Lairyu expected to kill him. Perhaps death was what she wanted. Yūgen open palm connected hard with her jaw and he slashed twice across her abdomen with the kunai. She was fighting an uphill battle now.
Yūgen had managed to zone out into a combat oriented state, he was able to see Lairyu as an enemy and not his former best friend. At that point his strikes began to land consistently. She managed to gouge his cheek slightly, but when she did Yūgen cracked her arm at the elbow with an upward strike from below, leaving it useless.
Millions of images flickered through his mind now, of childhood, of his lonesome road as a shinobi. After they cleared, he struck forward with new resolve and an eerie calm. His kunai slicing at her jugular vein and completely severing it. She bled heavily and to the ground. Her life slipped away within only minutes. Yūgen stood and watched that life slip away in respect. Then he pulled her to the side and utilized his doton chakra to move the earth in a place a little ways off the beaten path. He brief her properly here, then ran back to the path.
They had known he would kill her. They only wanted to figure up if his defect had been enough to render him useless against someone he cared for. He had been far less effective than he should have been, but he had done what had to be done. There were no choices there. Words were useless. And so the silent duel was quick and decisive.
Finally, Yūgen reached a very high wall and a gate. Through here he would pass, entering into a lovely looking village setting it was incredible to him. The guards had taken his response of "bandits along the roads." As an acceptable answer and let him through the gates without even a pat down. This village must have had fantastic inner protections, then. Yūgen slipped into the crowds, he would follow the signs, making his first destination the hot springs. A proper hot bath and some true cleaning would be perfect. He hasn't properly bathed in 2 years, after all. Only washing off in rivers and lakes.
He grabbed a towel and all of the necessary components and paid the man for his time in the springs, before walking in, dropping his clothing and gently stepping in. The warmth was addicting. He relaxed for a bit, deep in his thoughts.
WC: 1087
Yūgen had clothed himself with the nicest looking outfit among the men he had slain earlier. The outfit was actually more likely to be considered "overdressing" in terms of shinobi, though as a child at the Kishou gene pool, Yūgen had found himself wearing this sort of garb all the time. A white undershirt with long sleeves, a tuxedo vest which was a gentle shade dark blue, and black dress pants with black shoes to go with them. To anyone who saw him, he might appear to be some sort of big shot. A famous individual who would sign an autograph. This was both a gift and a curse, as Yūgen was indeed a particularly handsome young man. It wasn't by luck either, it was how he was created.
Besides those clothes, he now long had a single Kunai and a handful of Shuriken. Supplies were low, but according to his prior knowledge and the way the footprints gave away the fact that the path upon which he walked was one well traveled, he shouldn't have been too far off. He had never been to the village Hidden in the Leaves before. His teachers and the guards at the Kishou facility would often tell stories of the outside world. And of Konoha they had spoken at times. The history books Yūgen had read detailed some major events of the shinobi world having conspired in Konoha. The place was typically recognized as a place where the heroes and villains of the ninja world came to be.
Yūgen had all the time in the world to ponder about his current situation as he walked on that lengthy path. He wondered just how much he would have to tell the people there in order to gain entry. His plan was to leave the Kishou out of it. This journey of his no longer pertained to them. It was his life now, they had chosen to exit. There was nothing more simple than that.
As he walked on, he felt some unease. Behind him there were footsteps which were not his own. They were making an attempt to seem so, however. Yūgen closed his eyes and took a deep breath then pivoted, kunai in hand, pointed at the throat of the individual who had just become more brisk and reached an uncomfortable closeness. It was Lairyu.
Lairyu had been a childhood friend at the Kishou genetics facility. His only friend. In turn, she had been the reason Yūgen was thrown out. He held no ill will toward her, and his immediate reaction was to place down his kunai, but immediately she brought hers up to his throat. There were no words exchanged between the two. They had each been trained not to speak to someone you were going to kill. Lairyu hadn't likely come here on her own, for a tear could be seen streaming down her face even though her gaze was aimed downward at his chest. She had been ordered to do this.
Realizing the path forward was only one way, Yūgen darted back, escaping range of bed kunai at least in melee form, then dashed back in to begin a true contest of skill. As they clashed kunai against kunai, the sparks and sound of steel ok steel sounding out, Yūgen would take the upper hand after only a few moments with his advantage. He had always been the best fighter at the facility and she knew that. He genuinely didn't think Lairyu expected to kill him. Perhaps death was what she wanted. Yūgen open palm connected hard with her jaw and he slashed twice across her abdomen with the kunai. She was fighting an uphill battle now.
Yūgen had managed to zone out into a combat oriented state, he was able to see Lairyu as an enemy and not his former best friend. At that point his strikes began to land consistently. She managed to gouge his cheek slightly, but when she did Yūgen cracked her arm at the elbow with an upward strike from below, leaving it useless.
Millions of images flickered through his mind now, of childhood, of his lonesome road as a shinobi. After they cleared, he struck forward with new resolve and an eerie calm. His kunai slicing at her jugular vein and completely severing it. She bled heavily and to the ground. Her life slipped away within only minutes. Yūgen stood and watched that life slip away in respect. Then he pulled her to the side and utilized his doton chakra to move the earth in a place a little ways off the beaten path. He brief her properly here, then ran back to the path.
They had known he would kill her. They only wanted to figure up if his defect had been enough to render him useless against someone he cared for. He had been far less effective than he should have been, but he had done what had to be done. There were no choices there. Words were useless. And so the silent duel was quick and decisive.
Finally, Yūgen reached a very high wall and a gate. Through here he would pass, entering into a lovely looking village setting it was incredible to him. The guards had taken his response of "bandits along the roads." As an acceptable answer and let him through the gates without even a pat down. This village must have had fantastic inner protections, then. Yūgen slipped into the crowds, he would follow the signs, making his first destination the hot springs. A proper hot bath and some true cleaning would be perfect. He hasn't properly bathed in 2 years, after all. Only washing off in rivers and lakes.
He grabbed a towel and all of the necessary components and paid the man for his time in the springs, before walking in, dropping his clothing and gently stepping in. The warmth was addicting. He relaxed for a bit, deep in his thoughts.
WC: 1087