1 Always in over my head (Invite only) Wed Dec 19, 2018 7:21 pm
Michibo
D-rank
Michibo was attempting to increase his training regiment lately. He was flying through some old shacks on an abandoned docks near the east side of the village. Too often had it been raided by pirates so no one wanted to use it anymore. As a result the pirates eventually stopped raiding as often though would use this spot for a drop on occasion. It was a perfect place to train himself where the Kaguya clan wouldn't send him another warning letter about using their clans power. They wouldn't claim him since he was a bastard but he had that power on the edge of his fingers all the same. It aggravated him that they would try and force him to remain weak but only through politics. None of them actually stepped up to his door to back it up though. If they did he would happily jump into that fight. For now though he had traveled to one of the abandoned areas in order to train in peace. His own jutsu had been far from perfect but he was getting stronger. Now that he had recovered from that last lost street fight he could feel his muscles returning to normal. His strength coming back.
For now he was running along between the shacks after a pirate. The man had been sent ahead to check on their stash of loot somewhere near there and had the balls to threaten Michibo when he turned out to be too close to the mans loot. Now the two were racing between the old worn down shacks along the weathered wooden docks. The pirate was faster than Michibo of course so that made this difficult. Still Michibo wasn't about to give this up. His cheek still bled slightly from where the man had swung at him with a dull sword before running after a single punch. Michibo wasn't sure where the guy was going but he wanted to take him down now. His swordplay was weak but he had dared to attempt to take down a shinobi of all things with such a pathetic swing. If Michibo didn't beat his face in for that when would he? Still they were nearing the actually ship moors when they cleared the shacks and came out into the open. The mans plan was clear then as he cleared the last stretch. There sat a small ship with a pirate flag in the foggy waters. Great.
Michibo would slow to a stop as he came out from the line of shacks and looked to the crew of the ship. Three men were leaning on the railing of the ship and smiling. Four were on the docks besides the one running to them. One of them was obviously the captain. Each of them with a cutlass on their person somewhere besides the captain who sported a spear in his hand. The lot of them chuckled at Michibo as their comrade joined them and turned to grin as well. Michibo was not prepared for this he had to admit. Black boots with faded blue jeans held up by a headband refashioned into a belt with the kiri symbol as a belt buckle. A black tank top on besides that with a cross necklace dangling around his neck. A bone kunai on either hip. Michibo would look at them. So confident they could kill him. He would spit off the side of the dock before drawing his bone kunai from his belt and spinning them before holding them in a reverse grip. His hair and eyes turning from grey to pink as he grinned himself. Despite the odds against him he was clearly excited for his impossible task.
"C'mon you bunch of mutts. Who is dyin first?"
For now he was running along between the shacks after a pirate. The man had been sent ahead to check on their stash of loot somewhere near there and had the balls to threaten Michibo when he turned out to be too close to the mans loot. Now the two were racing between the old worn down shacks along the weathered wooden docks. The pirate was faster than Michibo of course so that made this difficult. Still Michibo wasn't about to give this up. His cheek still bled slightly from where the man had swung at him with a dull sword before running after a single punch. Michibo wasn't sure where the guy was going but he wanted to take him down now. His swordplay was weak but he had dared to attempt to take down a shinobi of all things with such a pathetic swing. If Michibo didn't beat his face in for that when would he? Still they were nearing the actually ship moors when they cleared the shacks and came out into the open. The mans plan was clear then as he cleared the last stretch. There sat a small ship with a pirate flag in the foggy waters. Great.
Michibo would slow to a stop as he came out from the line of shacks and looked to the crew of the ship. Three men were leaning on the railing of the ship and smiling. Four were on the docks besides the one running to them. One of them was obviously the captain. Each of them with a cutlass on their person somewhere besides the captain who sported a spear in his hand. The lot of them chuckled at Michibo as their comrade joined them and turned to grin as well. Michibo was not prepared for this he had to admit. Black boots with faded blue jeans held up by a headband refashioned into a belt with the kiri symbol as a belt buckle. A black tank top on besides that with a cross necklace dangling around his neck. A bone kunai on either hip. Michibo would look at them. So confident they could kill him. He would spit off the side of the dock before drawing his bone kunai from his belt and spinning them before holding them in a reverse grip. His hair and eyes turning from grey to pink as he grinned himself. Despite the odds against him he was clearly excited for his impossible task.
"C'mon you bunch of mutts. Who is dyin first?"