1 Packing up for the treck home. (Invite only) Wed Mar 14, 2018 7:03 pm
Kejido
D-rank
Kejido stood on the roof of the hotel as the streets began to empty out from the celebrations only a little while ago. His silver eyes watching as the markets from traveling merchants closed and the masses packed up to join caravans for safety. What a world they lived in where children fighting could garner such attention. They were free men and women but slaves to their own need to be entertained. His eyes shifted off to the large building in the distance. The office of the Kazekage. How much had been gained in profit for this village for that? What would it fund? One of the blissfully minded would assume it would just go to the general infrastructure of the village. However Kejido couldn't help but feel uneasy about something. Where was Iwa standing in all this? The upper echelon had kept it quiet as best they could but it seemed that they were missing their Kage. So many whispers of such without any proof to the contrary. People were afraid and he couldn't blame them. This Hastur was rumored to be a powerful man with an eagerness to spread his domain. A pressure residing in the air from the mans dominance over the land. Kejido could even sense unease from the people of the nation. Like the girl from the club. She had thought herself a shining beacon of hope for his brutish nature. A diplomat and yet forced to give away those spikes that summoned lightning. A show of power no doubt.
He lifted his own hand up and clenched and unclenched his fist. What good was he in his current state? If someone came to challenge him would he be able to stand up to it? Or even escape it? His silver eyes shifted from his fist back to the crowd below as he leaned against the railing. Damn this unease. He was a prodigy. Given time he would rise to be the best. The issue was being given that time. Was he afraid of the world or just the leadership in it? He wasn't entirely sure. He would be leaving in the next couple of days himself. He was waiting to make some last minute income from this. His home was on the opposite side of the continent from this place so he could take any guard jobs other than heading to Kiri and make some profit on the way home. He doubted that anyone was going to attack people heading from the chunnin exams in case they risked hitting returning shinobi but people were afraid of the ever present bandits. He wasn't so much taking advantage of that as filling a needed position he could manage. Still from what he had seen of the exams what the other villages had to offer was manageable. Something he could handle if they turned just their own ranks on him. He almost scoffed at the idea. What invading force would bother sending genin after genin? A single jounin could likely wipe out every genin in Iwa. How had the other man put it? If they wanted to show their strength they would send jounin and people would die.
Still for now he would shake off what the Kumo Anbu had suggested. The presence of the man still weighing on his mind even now. He would take a deep breath and adjust himself. Straightening his black uniform and his high collar. Red lines stitched into the shoulders and around the neck and cuffs. Making sure each of his bronze buttons were facing forward. His white belt with the bronze buckle were lined up with the center of his uniform as was the ceremonial kunai tucked into his left waist. Sheathed there. Dark slacks were pressed and creased as they were tucked over polished boots. Over his left breast was a single white line with a second line under it showing a white, green and red bar. His headband was stitched into his right shoulder to mark him as a member of Iwagakure's forces. Lastly his white gloves were without stain. The scroll under the sleeve of his right arm was well hidden and connected to his armory chest should he need it. He doubted anyone was after his head just yet though. He was a nobody at this point after all. Still he felt a sense of unease as he looked up at the sound of thunder. The infamous storm clouds had begun to gather as if only held back to the exams themselves. It would begin to rain soon.
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He lifted his own hand up and clenched and unclenched his fist. What good was he in his current state? If someone came to challenge him would he be able to stand up to it? Or even escape it? His silver eyes shifted from his fist back to the crowd below as he leaned against the railing. Damn this unease. He was a prodigy. Given time he would rise to be the best. The issue was being given that time. Was he afraid of the world or just the leadership in it? He wasn't entirely sure. He would be leaving in the next couple of days himself. He was waiting to make some last minute income from this. His home was on the opposite side of the continent from this place so he could take any guard jobs other than heading to Kiri and make some profit on the way home. He doubted that anyone was going to attack people heading from the chunnin exams in case they risked hitting returning shinobi but people were afraid of the ever present bandits. He wasn't so much taking advantage of that as filling a needed position he could manage. Still from what he had seen of the exams what the other villages had to offer was manageable. Something he could handle if they turned just their own ranks on him. He almost scoffed at the idea. What invading force would bother sending genin after genin? A single jounin could likely wipe out every genin in Iwa. How had the other man put it? If they wanted to show their strength they would send jounin and people would die.
Still for now he would shake off what the Kumo Anbu had suggested. The presence of the man still weighing on his mind even now. He would take a deep breath and adjust himself. Straightening his black uniform and his high collar. Red lines stitched into the shoulders and around the neck and cuffs. Making sure each of his bronze buttons were facing forward. His white belt with the bronze buckle were lined up with the center of his uniform as was the ceremonial kunai tucked into his left waist. Sheathed there. Dark slacks were pressed and creased as they were tucked over polished boots. Over his left breast was a single white line with a second line under it showing a white, green and red bar. His headband was stitched into his right shoulder to mark him as a member of Iwagakure's forces. Lastly his white gloves were without stain. The scroll under the sleeve of his right arm was well hidden and connected to his armory chest should he need it. He doubted anyone was after his head just yet though. He was a nobody at this point after all. Still he felt a sense of unease as he looked up at the sound of thunder. The infamous storm clouds had begun to gather as if only held back to the exams themselves. It would begin to rain soon.
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