1 Patrol the village (D rank mission) Sun Dec 16, 2018 2:56 pm
Michibo
D-rank
He was already starting to regret choosing the straight and narrow road of a good shinobi. After all it was he who had been able to compete if not regularly win in the street fights he was so fond of. There were some big civilians that he wasn't able to do much to as of yet but that would change. He had opted to grow as a shinobi and in doing so grow his strength but...he didn't know how that would work out if all he was being asked to do was walk around the damn village and report any of his findings. Why not intervene himself? By the time the report got to someone higher up he would have lost the chance to intervene entirely. Someone would be hurt. But he was under strict orders not to intervene himself directly. What a bother Michibo would think to himself as he passed by another stall as someone once again called out to him to buy their wares. He would grunt and glare in response. Taking his irritation out on anyone near him in much the same manner. It wasn't their fault that he had to be doing something pointless and tedious but it sure felt like it. If he was recognized as a member of the Kaguya clan he bet he wouldn't be doing this stupid grunt work. No one cared about some orphan though. He had to make his own way and sometimes that meant doing the shitty jobs.
His right hand would reach down and caress the bone kunai on his right hip. The smooth bone surface cold to the touch. He didn't know why he even brought it. One kunai wasn't going to make a world of difference but he wanted to wear it in the open anyway. It did discourage some of course but more than anything it marked him as a Kaguya. A spit in that clans face for denying him what he obviously was. Bunch of stuck up idiots anyway. He wouldn't want to be stuck under their thumb if it meant inheriting a fortune. Still he was actually fairly well dressed today. White jeans tucked over black scuffed boots with his headband being used as a belt and the face plate being used as a belt buckle. He was wearing a white loose button up with an unzipped white coat and a brown fur hoody. The hood was pulled up over his head to stop the slight drizzle from bothering him as he walked. His grey hair hung about his silver eyes as he rolled a jolly rancher around his tongue. A necklace with a cross dangled on his chest just above the open collar of his shirt. He would roll his eyes as a girl gave him a second glance and giggled before he would round another corner. Crazy chicks seemed to like the thug types. It wouldn't be healthy for them in the slightest though. Still he pressed on his patrol of the village.
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His right hand would reach down and caress the bone kunai on his right hip. The smooth bone surface cold to the touch. He didn't know why he even brought it. One kunai wasn't going to make a world of difference but he wanted to wear it in the open anyway. It did discourage some of course but more than anything it marked him as a Kaguya. A spit in that clans face for denying him what he obviously was. Bunch of stuck up idiots anyway. He wouldn't want to be stuck under their thumb if it meant inheriting a fortune. Still he was actually fairly well dressed today. White jeans tucked over black scuffed boots with his headband being used as a belt and the face plate being used as a belt buckle. He was wearing a white loose button up with an unzipped white coat and a brown fur hoody. The hood was pulled up over his head to stop the slight drizzle from bothering him as he walked. His grey hair hung about his silver eyes as he rolled a jolly rancher around his tongue. A necklace with a cross dangled on his chest just above the open collar of his shirt. He would roll his eyes as a girl gave him a second glance and giggled before he would round another corner. Crazy chicks seemed to like the thug types. It wouldn't be healthy for them in the slightest though. Still he pressed on his patrol of the village.
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