1 Run Ins [N'Jobu] Mon Sep 03, 2018 3:35 pm
Kane Haya
D-rank
On a normal day within the leaf village, the sun hanging right above the village in the afternoon, Kane is seen making his usual deliveries for his, father. His sword carrying case his strapped along his left shoulder, hugged tight to his frame. The strap was thick, so he really never had to worry about it breaking, as told by his father countless times, however, Kane never really gave much to chance. Especially since the deliveries he made weren’t exactly mass produce swords. No, these were high grade, custom forged, swords for private customers who were willing to pay top dollar for the finer weapons out on the market.
As he finally reached an apartment complex, his finally stop to drop of his last deliver, he runs up and down the stairs, looking for the apartment door he was supposed to go too, K101. Finally, he reaches the door and gives it two swift knocks.
“Arashi Services!”, he states. He couldn’t wait for the door to open, Kane ready to introduce himself. It was an honor to help his father with the family business, well, to represent him really. An ideal son, Kane truly was, his soul purposes nearly being that to aid his father and mother to the fullest, and only expected a thank you in return.
As the door opens, Kane is revealed to the adult customer. Kane is seen swearing an official leaf shinobi headband with black cloth, a black shirt, with the Arashi clan symbol stitched on the right sleeve, navy blue ninja pants, white tape strapped around both ankles, and navy blue shinobi sandals. After the two greet, Kane hands the sword to the man, and the cash is given to Kane, which he puts into his zipper pocket. He zips it up afterwards, prevent it from falling out. “Thank you for your business, Mr. Toshi, have a good day!”, Kane leaves the apartment building. He then sees a couple of shinobi pass by, admiring their uniform and weapons, “Their uniform is so cool, I wish I had time to train hard to become like them. Maybe, one day. That’s if father ever gave me a day off, no… I couldn’t ask him that, he needs me to make the delivers”, as Kane continued to run on and think out aloud, as usual, the day seemed to carry on. He eventually losses all awareness of the busy traffic that passes him on the sidewalk, his glass eyed face now staring out into the open ahead. Kane was just talking, as if he were confessing his sins to a noble priest.
As he finally reached an apartment complex, his finally stop to drop of his last deliver, he runs up and down the stairs, looking for the apartment door he was supposed to go too, K101. Finally, he reaches the door and gives it two swift knocks.
“Arashi Services!”, he states. He couldn’t wait for the door to open, Kane ready to introduce himself. It was an honor to help his father with the family business, well, to represent him really. An ideal son, Kane truly was, his soul purposes nearly being that to aid his father and mother to the fullest, and only expected a thank you in return.
As the door opens, Kane is revealed to the adult customer. Kane is seen swearing an official leaf shinobi headband with black cloth, a black shirt, with the Arashi clan symbol stitched on the right sleeve, navy blue ninja pants, white tape strapped around both ankles, and navy blue shinobi sandals. After the two greet, Kane hands the sword to the man, and the cash is given to Kane, which he puts into his zipper pocket. He zips it up afterwards, prevent it from falling out. “Thank you for your business, Mr. Toshi, have a good day!”, Kane leaves the apartment building. He then sees a couple of shinobi pass by, admiring their uniform and weapons, “Their uniform is so cool, I wish I had time to train hard to become like them. Maybe, one day. That’s if father ever gave me a day off, no… I couldn’t ask him that, he needs me to make the delivers”, as Kane continued to run on and think out aloud, as usual, the day seemed to carry on. He eventually losses all awareness of the busy traffic that passes him on the sidewalk, his glass eyed face now staring out into the open ahead. Kane was just talking, as if he were confessing his sins to a noble priest.