Iwa -> Kiri [No kill]

Guest · 1 Iwa -> Kiri [No kill] Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:33 am

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Ah hah, today was it. Well, today was the beginning of it, but still, today was a special day. Ever since the idea of the Shinobi tournament was made in Iwagakure, villages from all over have sent letters saying they want some of their ninja to compete in it as well, all but one village, had heard of the news: Kirigakure. Apparently, their Kage had gone missing, to where nobody knows. Shibirin didn’t like the idea of one village being kept oblivious to an exciting event such as the tournament, all because their kage had abandoned them. He came up with the idea to go over to Kirigakure and tell the remaining ninja there of the news. After returning from that trip, he was thinking about getting prepared for the tournament. This involved making a check list of who was attending the tournament, then after that he’d pair up the competitors with their first opponents of the tournament, then he needed to pick up the trophy and awards he had ordered from a distant village at the post office and, at the moment, all that required too much thinking for Shibirin to handle alone. A quick visit to Kiri and back should relax his mind a bit, so today, that was what he was going to do.

He had earlier prepared a few packets of fish cakes, in his small travelling bag he had gotten from his apartment. He didn’t have his mother to cook for him anymore, so he had to do everything himself. Luckily, a light snack seemed more than enough, as he wasn’t planning on staying the village for too long. He was just going there to inform the Shinobi there about the tournament, and if some chose to attend, he’d most likely return with them to save them the trouble of having to wait for the actual date of the tournament. It would also save them from the rush to get in Iwagakure once the tournament’s opening had been declared. Shibirin had his three katana: Genko, Sai and Noro with him, as usual, all sheathed by his left hip. He never forgot his weapons, without them he wouldn’t really stand a chance against any opponents the same rank as him or higher. He was just on his way towards the village gates, reaching them in no more than 10 minutes. He saw both of the guards that always guard the village almost constantly: they were both older than Shibirin and surely have been watching over Iwagakure longer than Shibirin had. As he passed by them, he gave them both a small wave, showing them a light grin. One of them called back to him and said, ”Where are you off to now, Shibirin?” and Shibirin replied, ”Just going to spread the word about the tournament” and with that said, he bid the two men goodbye and was on his way towards Kirigakure.

Within an hour’s walk, Shibirin was already starting to get hungry. He wasn’t proud of his eating habits: he ate at least once every half hour, so much that going for an hour without even a light snack proved painful to him, as if he had been starved for days. He wasn’t obese, but at the same time he knew he wasn’t healthy. He stopped for a while and took off his bag, before placing it on the ground in front of him and kneeling down behind it. He unzipped the first pocket, and essentially the biggest pocket and took out a packet of fishcakes (5 per pack). He ripped open the plastic bag from one end and slipped out a fish cake. He didn’t want his eating habits to slow him down, so he packed the remaining fishcakes bag in their plastic bag and back in his backpack, before throwing it back over his shoulders with one arm, whilst eating the fishcake he had gotten out with the other arm. He continued walking and by the looks of it, he was almost out of Iwagakure territory.

Finally, after walking for 3 hours straight, he had reached the village hidden in the mist. Like its name describes, the village was cloaked with a thick layer of mist around it, almost making the village look like a ghost town. He could, however, make out the village gates, from a distant. He had entered Kirigakure territory, but he hadn’t quite yet reached the village itself. Just before he crossed over a sign that said, ‘Kirigakure’, he saw a young man, sitting on a rock beside the road. Was he lost? Shibirin almost took the guy as an intruder, but then again, he couldn’t say he wasn’t an intruder as well: he was about to enter a village he wasn’t invited to, but thankfully, he stopped before entering the village. He now walked up to the guy, thinking he might be a ninja from the hidden mist.

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1 Iwa -> Kiri [No kill] Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:33 am

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