1 Spider Silk and Lightning [Samuru step up] Fri Nov 02, 2018 7:52 am
Xiao
D-rank
He was making his way down the list one by one, the reason ticking off each genin in the hopes that he might be able to ensure that each of Kirigakure was a strong shield wall what this meant in fact was the hope that each person was able to guard one another. Xiao had never underwent the chuunin exams, but he knew one constant existed within every story he had heard, every single detail may have shifted but one was true: They were to battle at their maximum potentiel and ensure that their prowess in not only combat but mental fortitude would be displayed. The only error with just that was that it tended to be quite difficult to fully organize with the diverse and independant shinobi of kirigakure. Aside from Xiao or the odd anomally here or there there was a deep consistancy with shinobi from the hidden mist. They each had light or odd colored hair, each fought for their own agenda or for the sake of battle at times when bloodlust was involved in the mix namely when a hoshigaki was present or an old genin attempting to emulate the passed shinobi who had become house hold names such as Zabuza Momochi or the like, all had a tendency to thin and gaunt with pale flesh and pale eyes, each shinobi seemed to hold these characteristics in the same way that shinobi of the leaf seemed to be boastful, darkened haired and darkened eyed in strict contrast. Their contrast was night and day and perhaps in some sense of the word that was the entire point of their long held animosity between each other being so strictly contrasting as opposed to that of say that of Konohagakure and Kumogakure. They had similarity in features and culture but the mist was unique. By nature they were 'darker' than most, if not the worst of the villages in tendency to have missing ninja and in tendency to draw out the worst in their shinobi many having no issue with ruthless killing.
Samuru had escaped the system, a dream of Xiao's, in which he was free to go where he pleased, free to wander in peace and make his own time. Xiao admired that about his friend but still in his heart had a great caution to ensure he wasn't lured to far to leave on his own and be hunted down. It was something not often discussed but a very true fact - when a shinobi wished to live their life freely the threat of not only violence but so too death or worse laid before them no matter where they went. Though Xiao wished to destroy the system as it stood, he couldn't help but wish for nothing more than that soaring freedom of his friend. He made his way to the city, the heated dead of night to a familiar eatery he knew Samuru would be drawn to in hopes of finding his friend. If he could do so he could exchange his pleasantries before the Chuunin Exams, perhaps test one another and then know how much more effort Xiao would need to compete in these leagues but so too the strength of the nation - and his friends - as a whole.
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Samuru had escaped the system, a dream of Xiao's, in which he was free to go where he pleased, free to wander in peace and make his own time. Xiao admired that about his friend but still in his heart had a great caution to ensure he wasn't lured to far to leave on his own and be hunted down. It was something not often discussed but a very true fact - when a shinobi wished to live their life freely the threat of not only violence but so too death or worse laid before them no matter where they went. Though Xiao wished to destroy the system as it stood, he couldn't help but wish for nothing more than that soaring freedom of his friend. He made his way to the city, the heated dead of night to a familiar eatery he knew Samuru would be drawn to in hopes of finding his friend. If he could do so he could exchange his pleasantries before the Chuunin Exams, perhaps test one another and then know how much more effort Xiao would need to compete in these leagues but so too the strength of the nation - and his friends - as a whole.
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