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1The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Thu May 10, 2018 1:49 pm

Izumi

Izumi


A-rank
The red headed Karisuma pinched the top of her nose between her fingers and closed her eyes in irritation whilst working on calming her nerves.  Islands.  Islands everywhere.  Ocean everywhere.  -Water- everywhere.  If there was one thing Izumi would have to point out that she absolutely hated about the Water Country; it'd most definitely be the fact that this damn place was made out of nothing but islands which were surrounded by a shit ton of water.  And what did that mean?  It meant that she was forced to sail if she needed to travel for each and every little thing she wanted to do.  One thing that excited her about her upcoming mission was that she wouldn’t have to sail in the lightning country. Ever.  But today it wasn't likely that lady luck would be on her side, since for the mission to come, she would have to sail (albeit a short distance) to a tiny island that was almost invisible on the map which the female held in her hands and from there sail to the mainland.

The map got folded together and shoved into the pouch at her hip, once again Izumi made sure once again that she had all her things ready. The scrolls were also fastened against her hip, so were her kits and pouch. She was wearing her standard boots, a thick material gray tank top and black sturdy shorts. Ever since she had mastered her command over Ninjutsu, especially once she’d discovered her affinity fire, the Karisuma female had become very tolerant towards any sort of cold weather. Even as the breeze picked up and carried fresh and slightly colder air from the ocean, she didn't even feel goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. If anyone were to touch her and expect to find her bluffing about this ability of hers; they'd be surprised with very warm skin underneath their palm; a bit warmer than that of a normal human being.

The young red head had a heavy burden weighing on her shoulders, and often she found herself wishing she had someone to confide in.  But whom was there to trust?  Naturally, Nova was on her side (or so it would seem) and she had already blurted a few important things out to the beautiful woman.  But Izumi still felt so distant from everyone and everything in Kirigakure.  Her heart was still weeping after the deaths of her loved ones and the destruction of her own village. Do I even belong in a village? I have no loyalty to anyone except myself. Another voice deep down whispered a harsh truth to Izumi, and that’s why you survived.

Izumi grimaced , she knew that her conscience was right, no matter how much it bothered the young female.  For now at least, she could help protect this village and those whom lived within it from the same fate her own home had met.  For a little longer she could endure the charade she was playing currently. Izumi had to come up with a plan to “exit” the village. Izumi’s internal lament was broken by a vaguely familiar voice, "Miss?".

The Chunin blinked before turning her radiant sapphire orbs towards the man whom she had hired to take them to the island.  It was a young looking male, probably still in his mid-twenties, whom looked very fit for a non-ninja.  His lean body that reached the height of around 6 feet was obviously muscular, yet without being bulky.  Apparently the life of a sailor was a difficult and tasking one.  He had a messy nest of sand coloured hair and bright blue eyes which gave him a boyish look.  His mouth seemed to look like it never stopped smiling, and his overall tanned and outdoors kind of appearance made the male rather attractive looking.  All this Izumi had noticed before, yet it did little to stir her.  Outer appearances after all never meant much to the female, not anymore at least. The Karisuma had recently fallen for someone and wasn’t really in the market for another.  Yet now as those bright eyes were rested on her, she did offer him a smile whilst wondering what he wanted.

"We should really start heading out soon if we want to be back before nightfall."

Nightfall....  Her eyes drifted towards the ocean, the deep blue colour seemed to be darkening with the hours that went past.  A small twinge of uneasiness made her swallow and tear her gaze away from the waves, before she glanced again at the man who had named himself as Tora.  

"I’m ready to leave when you are, but I thought you told me there was another passenger?”

The reasoning was accepted, yet he kept standing there whilst glancing at Izumi with a rather fidgety body-language.  The ninja looked with curiosity at the male, before she almost gulped down air from sudden stress.  Don't tell me that -he- feels uncomfortable about sailing?  Oh God I knew I should have gotten an older and more experienced sailor.  We are going to drown... I just know it.  This is so not a good – "Uh, so I was wondering." Her rapidly building panic came to a halt as Izumi once again was interrupted by him speaking.  "A-are you seeing someone?  Would you mind grabbing a bite with me after your mission?"

Her bewildered expression was most probably very comical.  He...wants … a date?  Already she felt a bit more calm, as it seemed like his uneasiness had only derived from that offer of his.  Yet at the same time the female felt a bit uncomfortable and awkward.  Izumi didn’t want to spurn the man to severely before setting out on a journey with him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary but, m ostly people would look at her and attempt some flirting, and she would simply become cold.  But this young man was her ticket to the mainland and instead she couldn't help but smile gently at him.

"I'm sorry but I don’t really have the time right now, I’m about to leave country." The man thankfully took the hint, "Ah I see, well alright!  My father told me to seize every good opportunity that came my way!  And you really are so pretty that I thought I should at least try my luck." Izumi would awkwardly stand there waiting for the other passenger while avoiding eye contact with the sailor, that other passenger had better hurry up. Izumi didn’t want to be stuck alone with him much longer.

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2The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Thu May 10, 2018 3:17 pm

Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
This Land of Hidden Mist, or so the shinobi often referred to it, was a serene and pleasant place when the sun began to set. With an unclear path forward and being in a strange place nearly all on his own, it was the samurai’s idea to take a stroll down to the docks to watch the sun hide itself behind the ocean. He still bore some scratches and aches from his experience with Kirei of the Uchiha. The “Ninneko” assassins, as he was later informed of, were nothing to be joked about. Watsuji had experienced quite a bit already since entering into the land of shinobi. He was strong, even so. Stronger and more knowledgeable now, if only by a small margin. Learning about the ways his people had essentially been hiding from for years was an interesting adventure all on it’s own. Each day brought new surprises, good and perhaps not so good. The young samurai looked down at his two blades, his mind separating them into “good” and “bad” automatically, but not with confidence. Hideyoshi had done a strange strange thing the night Watsuji fought the Ninneko. Since then, the blade had gone silent. Hideyoshi had offered advice and assisted Watsuji in his battle. It created a strange tension between the two.

The mindless trot of the boy lost in his thoughts brought him to an expansive dock with ships lined across the ocean which seemed to have no qualms with the land on this day. A woman with long red hair stood near the edge looking out at the sea. She seemed primed to board a ship, the only other person nearby was a young looking sailor who seemed to be engaging with her. Watsuji approaches at a fair enough distance that he wouldn’t interfere with their dealings as he cast his gaze into the pinkish sky. “You must sharpen yourself if you are to survive on this path you have chosen to walk. You clearly possess some sort of talent for Iaido, but do not allow my words to go to your head. You will not likely survive such an encounter again.” Hideyoshi spoke with a seriousness to the boy, the sounds radiating through his mind. Watsuji could no nothing more than smile. When he did so, Hideyoshi notably grumbled but spoke no further.

As he stood in admiration of the sea, he felt an arm upon him begin to pull him away from that serenity. The girl with the red hair appeared to be pulling Watsuji toward the boat she was aimed to board. “Uhm..hey there. I do not think I am meant to be traveling anywhere tonight, friend. What is going on?” Watsuji would resist, planting his feet in the ground in hasty confusion, his temper flaring up as he was pulled from his serenity and several of his wounds ached. “Do not allow this! You may be a newcomer to these lands and you may not understand the traditions but you are a samurai of the Miyamoto and you must not allow yourself to be pushed around.” Watsuji pulled himself to a complete halt and looked at the woman with now annoyed confusion. He couldn’t tell if this was a situation to be seriously fearful of, or something of a joke. His heart was racing either way.

It would seem she wished him to board the ship with her, perhaps he was being mistaken as someone else or misidentified altogether. He asked her with a sternness “Where does your ship travel then requires my boarding? I was only here to witness the sunset!” He couldn’t help but be upset and baffled, he could have easily been mistaken for some sort of innocent 12 year old to be abducted and trafficked. It was fair to say he had no idea whatsoever what was going on.




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3The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sat May 12, 2018 6:23 am

Izumi

Izumi


A-rank
Izumi was hoping her suggestion of another passenger was picked up on by the man. Perhaps he'd realize that Izumi didn't really want to be stuck on a boat alone with him but alas, the muscular sailor tried again, “Beautiful woman like you, must be seeing someone. You'll change your mind on the boat I'd bet.” Izumi looked away from the man and rolled her eyes, one thing she wouldn't miss while she's traveling is the constant propositions and requests for dates. Izumi enjoyed the attention, but it had gotten to be a bit much she just wanted to go one week without some guy asking for her hand in this, that, or another thing. It seemed luck was on her side, a warrior child of sorts was approaching and Izumi had just come up with a hair-brained scheme to escape the sailor's unwanted attention. As the boy passed Izumi grabbed him and pulled him towards the boat, the boy resisted more than Izumi thought his small body would have been capable of, perhaps he's more than just some peasant soldier boy, “Uhm..hey there. I do not think I am meant to be traveling anywhere tonight, friend. What is going on?”  Izumi had to think of something fast, this was beginning to look a lot like a woman kidnapping a boy and dragging him on to a boat. Izumi would hold on to the boy firmly, even if he had had some sort of formal training, he was still a boy and Izumi held him in place easily however made no more attempts to handle him. The boy however, continued to make it known that his arrested movement was not expected, “Where does your ship travel then requires my boarding? I was only here to witness the sunset!” The situation continued to devolve quickly, with Izumi's temper starting to rise she needed to think of a brilliant plan. Instead of coming up with a great plan, the Karisuma woman would “accidentally” drop her uncles journal. Bending down to pick it up Izumi provided an ample distraction for the sailor while the red headed woman uttered some hushed words to the blue haired boy, “Look, I know I'm a stranger and that you have no reason to help me. But, I need a hero right now. Please play along, I really need some company on this voyage.” Izumi would stand back up to her full height and turn around to face the sailor who looked suspiciously like he fell for Izumi's distraction given the dazed expression and smug grin.

Speaking loud enough for the sailor to hear this time, Izumi would go out on a limb hoping the child had realized what was going on here “What? Is my bodyguard afraid of a little water? I was clear when I hired you we'd need to take sailing voyages along the way. My father would be furious if he heard my bodyguard left me alone with such a flirtatious man on a voyage.” Izumi would release the boy from the grip that was trapping him at her side. As she boarded the boat she'd pray that the boy would take her hint and follow her. It's not that she couldn't handle the man on her own, it's that she couldn't afford to lose her temper and injure the man. She needed this boat to get on with her journey and this man was the only one willing to give her passage on such short notice. Given the sensitive nature of her mission Izumi could not allow herself to be identified as a kunoichi, her casual dress and lack of headband was supposed to help with that. It would be easy for anyone to just assume she's a normal young woman which made it much harder to find passage, the sailors not wanting to take on dead weight. In fact this man probably only agreed to take her because he was thinking with the wrong head when he met her. Izumi's cover hinged on this boy's willingness to help a complete stranger who proposed a very suspicious and vague offer.

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4The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sat May 12, 2018 12:37 pm

Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
The answers Watsuji had sought so fervently had come around only after a few moments of angry pulling back and forth between himself and the red haired woman. It would seem that she was experiencing some trouble with a strange man on her boat. Perhaps it was an obligatory ferry off to one of the other islands or an unavoidable ride to somewhere she needed to be. One way or another, she needed a “bodyguard” and young Watsuji was obviously not a risk to her in terms of attraction or courting purposes, for he was only twelve. The woman was enough to illicit a small child crush out of Watsuji, who had yet to experience romance and desire. In this life of a samurai, a man was considered a man far too early to have developed those things out. He would do whatever he could to help the woman.

As she played out the scene to account for Watsuji’s resistance. He played along “Damnit woman. You know I hate the water and sea altogether. I could spend the rest of my life without seeing it again and I’d be one happy fellow. But alas, your fathers anger is nothing to be trifled with. Let’s carry on.” Watsuji would grab her arm like some kind of prestigious armed escort, a funny sight for someone as short as himself to be doing, and walk her onto the boat delivering a passing intimidation glance at the man in charge of the piloting the ship to the chosen destination.

There was one piece of security in this venture, and that was the fact that Watsuji had been taught to sail, oddly enough. As a younger boy, during the early parts of his rather informal training, his father had taken him to a different coast than this one, one which the boy couldn’t remember from the top of his head. There he taught Watsuji how to sail, the boy had a knack for it too. But he had not done so in ages. As they boarded, everything was generally quiet as the seemingly disappointed blonde man set the sails and took them forth into the sunset. One would expect this to be a wonderful time, as it was aesthetic. But the circumstances were bad and somewhat awkward. He looked down at his blade and tapped the hilt a few times in boredom.

The distance between the two of them and the sailor was ample for whispering unheard. Watsuji would speak first, as he needed some answers and had concerns. “Where are we being taken? I am not from these lands and I am not a shinobi.” he would take a pause to make sure the sailor was still unaware of the conversation and then continue. “My name is Watsuji and this man is not very skilled at sailing. Where did you find him?” Watsuji said that in reference to the fact that now, a long distance from the docks, the man had pulled the sails back and they sat still in the middle of this ocean. It was at that time that the sailor turned to the pair with a dagger in hand. “It is unwise to reject the sailor responsible for your safe travels, miss.” Watsuji was no bodyguard in actuality but he was a samurai. Upon seeing the drawn blade he placed an arm in front of the red haired woman, unsure if she were also a powerful shinobi like Kirei or not.

He gripped his hilt and said to the man “One wrong movement now and I will have to remove that hand, my hasty sailor.




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5The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sat May 12, 2018 6:10 pm

Izumi

Izumi


A-rank
While odd, the boy could at least read a mood. Izumi was thankful that the young one had discerned what was going on and was willing to play along, evidence by his response, “Damnit woman. You know I hate the water and sea altogether. I could spend the rest of my life without seeing it again and I’d be one happy fellow. But alas, your fathers anger is nothing to be trifled with. Let’s carry on.” Following her lead, the young man led her into the boat, holding her arm in a guiding and protective fashion, it was all very endearing of a sight truth be told but Izumi remained stone faced, she could not afford to reveal her lack of fear that bordered on anger. The young man even tacked on a stare down of the older one, mad dogging him as they passed. The young man took this chance to whisper to her, identifying himself “Where are we being taken? I am not from these lands and I am not a shinobi. My name is Watsuji and this man is not very skilled at sailing. Where did you find him?” Izumi would hastily respond thankfully given his lack of knowledge of the Shinobi world, Izumi felt she could get away with giving her real name, or at least a variation of it. “My name is Izumi Karisuma, although for the purposes of appearances it would be best if you addressed me as Lady Izumi. This boat is taking me to the mainland, I have need to travel to the lightning country and this man was the only one willing to take me. I don't think he plans to take me where I want though.” Izumi had more to tell the young man but was she had noticed that something was off, they were no longer moving. Izumi looked up to see the sailor holding a dagger and sporting a nasty grin, the charm having left it and been replaced with malice, “It is unwise to reject the sailor responsible for your safe travels, miss.” Just as Izumi had had enough and was preparing to finally blow her cover to kill this man, it would turn out that her luck continued. The young man found it within himself to help out the red headed Karisuma, putting his arm in front of her in a protective gesture. The young swordsman Watsuji had a business like look on staring down the much larger man, “One wrong movement now and I will have to remove that hand, my hasty sailor.” In all honesty, Izumi admired Watsuji, even for a trained swordsman fighting a normal man the size difference was no laughing matter. The man was nearly twice the size of Watsuji and his valor was obvious, this was an honorable man that Izumi could trust. But, she still wanted to maintain the upper hand so to speak. Izumi would start to put on her best impression of a terrified cowering woman, the young woman would start breathing heavily, her eyes widened and her voice shaky, “S-stay back creep.” The Karisuma even managed to fake some tears, streaming down her cheeks showing her absolute “terror” of the brutish man. Neither Izumi's weak attempts at talking him down nor the child gripping at a child sized blade seemed to daunt him. The ruffian would continue to advance on them, “Why don't you go below deck before I teach you some respect too, pipsqueak. Go on, get out of here I need to talk with the pretty lady alone.”

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6The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sun May 13, 2018 1:37 am

Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
His confidence and disrespectful behavior are annoying. Do not allow him to speak to you that way, Watsuji. It makes me look as bad. Give me his hand.” Watsuji would listen to the words of his predecessor while he gritted his teeth. He had always been highly aware of his short stature. There was surely no lack of practice in keeping his cool. His parents both knew that was a potential target and soft spot for Watsuji. His stature honestly gave him greater reflexes and maneuverability, but that did not matter much. As he stood his head hung toward the ground with his hand on the pale katana he radiates anger. Evenso, he felt bad for the red haired woman. She appeared to be completely terrified of the situation unraveling before her. Watsuji had not caught on that this was a clever rouse, and believed she was being genuine. Taking that into consideration he spoke a few words of wisdom “Mrs. Karisuma, if you would like to look away I will wait for you to do so.” with that, he would look back for only seconds to view her decision and then he would move. Before the man could truly realize what was transpiring, Watsuji would move with blinding speed, elapsing the mere 5 meters that separated him from the man in only half a second, slicing his left arm at the bend as he passed. He stopped just a few inches behind the man, his back still toward Izumi. Before a reaction could even take place Watsuji plummeted his katana backwards at an angle, intentionally to the side of where the man’s bone would be, piercing through his calf and down into his foot, continuing quite deep into the wooden deck of the vessel.

The wound looked disgustingly painful, and it likely was. The man held the dagger in his right hand, and would, as a reflex, attempt to swipe his attacker with it in agony. Watsuji allowed the dagger to land, just into his bicep on the right side. This gave him the opening to grab the man by the wrist draw Hideyoshi with extreme force. The hand holding the dagger would continue doing so, but the man was no longer attached to it. Watsuji kicked him, causing him to fall forward and slice open his leg even further, and as he landed on his face, the katana would cleave his foot directly in half. Watching the heel split in half was enough to cause Watsuji to look aside and retrieve his weapon to clean it, jerking my from the ground with apathetic roughness.

He looked back at Izumi Karisuma with a look of frustration, realizing she was probably concerned about the ship. With a quick swipe of his blades on a clean cloth from his satchel he resheathed then blfh and walked leisurely to the sails and drew them out, then took his place at the wheel. He had ignored the dagger as his training had detailed. Until he returned to the village for medical attention, removing the blade would not be wise. It would have only bled more.

The fate of the unsavory man on the deck would remain uncertain. He had sustained some pretty grievous wounds to his leg and had lost a hand. It was his sort in particular, however, that Watsuji felt no need to expend an honorable death upon. If he hadn’t been around this man would have likely taken advantage of Mrs. Izumi. With that he would break the awkward silence and speak first “Mrs. Karisuma, I’m sorry to say that for tonight we will be best suited to return from where we left port. Our wonderful navigator seems to be out for count and oh boy do I have a sharp pain in my arm that I need to get looked at.” he would smirk as the ship turned about and caught wind toward the docks. A sense of humor aided these solemn affairs. The world was a miserable place with despicable people.




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7The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sun May 13, 2018 5:14 am

Izumi

Izumi


A-rank
Watsuji was a surely a valiant lad, a great representative of what a samurai should be. Izumi had of course read about the samurai in history books, but had never actually met one. They tended to keep out of the shinobi world and Izumi was curious about this boy and the potential histories she could learn from him. The young boy was even kind enough to help her continue the act of the innocent civilian, “Mrs. Karisuma, if you would like to look away I will wait for you to do so.” Nearly the instant Izumi turned away, weeping in feigned terror at the carnage unfolding; Izumi could hear the familiar sound of a blade sinking into flesh. It was followed by another squelch indicating another blow had landed. Izumi may have gotten the poor man killed; it seems Watsuji really detested rapists. The blade having sunk into the deck Izumi would turn back, figuring she’d turned away long enough for it to be convincing. The young man was accurate and well trained with his blade. The creep never stood a chance, his screams of agony were a testament to that. The man had a bit of fight in him yet, swiping his dagger at Watsuji and finding his mark, Izumi would start towards them briefly before remembering her act and simply covering her mouth in a mimicry of shock. Watsuji removed the hand holding the dagger from the man’s body and landed one more frankly unnecessary blow that would cut his foot in half. Watsuji didn’t even seem fazed by the encounter; he in fact looked more annoyed than anything at the fact that he had to draw his blade. The young man had even wisely left the dagger in his arm and continued on to begin sailing the vessel. Izumi was truly fortunate to have found this young samurai.

Izumi’s surprise was no longer faked, as she stood looking at the young blue haired boy in shocked disbelief. It wasn’t his skill with the blade that amazed her or even his ability to sail a ship. She was in disbelief at her luck in it all to find a child prodigy at the perfect moment. Izumi had had to work hard for skill and training but this boy was exceptional. The prodigy broke the awkward silence (although with the uproar the man was making it was bit wrong to call it silence) manufactured by Izumi’s now real feelings of speechlessness, “Mrs. Karisuma, I’m sorry to say that for tonight we will be best suited to return from where we left port. Our wonderful navigator seems to be out for count and oh boy do I have a sharp pain in my arm that I need to get looked at.”  Izumi giggled at the boy’s dry humour, before approaching the young man and kneeling down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Izumi was sick of the man’s screams and looked back at him ensuring to make eye contact and briefly flashing her sparkly dojutsu at him causing him to go limp and finally succumb to the pain passing out peacefully. Now the best lies are rooted in reality and Izumi wanted to keep this charade up if she could, Izumi would move to inspect the boy’s wound and subtly course healing chakra into it to numb the pain. “Watsuji-kun I’m actually a surgeon. I could take a look at you wound if you’d wanted?” Should the young man allow her to, Izumi would carefully remove the dagger and clean his wound before stitching it closed. The lie was that she was a surgeon, however the young woman could easily fake it by using her actual medical training as a medic ninja. Regardless of his answer, Izumi would smile at the young man and give him a tender hug, being careful to avoid the wound. “Thank you for saving me young samurai, how can I repay you for your kindness?”

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691 words for a total word count of 3,112.

Training: One scaling C-A Jutsu 'Cruelty Devouring Blaze' 3,000/3,000.
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8The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Empty Re: The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Sun May 13, 2018 9:03 pm

Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
Watsuji of the Miyamoto was a samurai. Bushido was his code, and indeed it had been tradition for centuries that a samurai ought not meddle in the affairs of shinobi, but in this moment the young swordsman could only smile and appreciate the circumstances. Had he not come to this shinobi village and been in the exact location he was, this woman might have met an undesirable and horrible fate. For that alone he was proud of himself. The man who caterwauled on the ground went limp as Mrs. Karisuma walked passed him. Perhaps it was with a final realization that he had failed. Maybe it was because he had just lost enough blood at that point and his brain gave way to delightful sleep.

The young woman approached him and placed a peck on his cheek as he gripped the large wheel of the boat, which seemed ridiculously large in comparison to the short boy. His cheeks flushed a red that would stand out but he would attempt to maintain a stalwart and proper stance. She then approached him with mention of being a surgeon and an offer to tend his wounds. There was an undeniable motherly nature to this woman. She asked permission to which Watsuji would nod, adding “I would not mind that at all, but please don’t waste much effort on this task. Otherwise I might have to buy you a lunch some day.” And with that, a painless motion slid the imbedded dagger from his arm. Watsuji could not be sure if it were the result of being incredibly skilled with her hands or if it was a result of adrenaline flooding and numbing the injury altogether. She was obviously no ordinary person. Her talent for wound dressing, Watsuji thought, would have to be the result of superior medical training and systems in Kirigakure.

They would arrive at the docks after around twenty minutes, the two exchanging brief chatter revolving around the nature of Izumi’s career as a surgeon and Watsuji would spend time explaining the relevant details of his origins. He shared with her the truth about his pilgrimage from his home village to Kirigakure, the fact that he had only reached the elemental shinobi village just recently. He looked down at the unconcious man and the blood-soaked soaked deck and said “Normally my code recommends, if not requires, that I show mercy when possible. I feel that this gentleman deserved his fate. I stopped him from becoming something no man should ever become. One could say I saved him from himself in this instance, yes?

He would aim that question toward her in hopes that she did not view him as some brutal, senseless slaughterer. Internally he knew he was faulting on his virtue of rectitude. He was becoming unsure of himself on the wings of all of the killing that had suddenly become required of him. He would snap out of his thoughts and remember to drop the sails, but as he realized he was rusty at sailing, it was too late. The ship broke through a few feet of the wooden dock, splintering it and shattering it in every which direction. Watsuji stood wide eyed, like a deer in headlights as a few dockworkers stared st the now settled vessel. The blue haired boy pulled the lever to lower the anchor, which fell and busted through an additional part of the dock.

Miss Karisuma, I really think we should leave now.” he said as he scratched his head and groaned.

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