1 The Long Road Home [Watsuji] Thu May 10, 2018 1:49 pm
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.
1,112 words.
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.
1,112 words.