Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-25687356-20161124195423/@comment-24937485-20161209171054



“What on eaaaarthhh!”

A near invisible wave of force slammed into the young Nara with enough force to leave his chest bruised and two ribs cracked, while the air got knocked out of his lunges. After flying through a food cart he was sent reeling into a concrete wall. The back of his head hit the hard surface with such force that it’d cause the back of his head to bleed while a mind-numbing pain spread throughout his entire head. Each breath was painful on the body as heard by the wheezing noises that came from the crumpled pile of Genin that slowly forced himself to stand while covering his face with his hands.

















It all began with a soft sobbing, that was then paired with a sniffing that built the tension up to a ear deafening “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” that sounded out of the young boy’s throat as he cried out in pain. Tears rolling down his cheeks he tried bouncing up and down a little to make the pain go away. “Moooomyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, it huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts!”. He cried and whined before accidentally bumping his knee against a lamppost. “STUPID LAMPOT I HATE YOU!” Now suddenly having turned angry, Tsuneo started stomping his feet and waving his fists angrily before stumbling back over to the enemy that had now spawned a black rod. “HOW DAE YOU HURT ME! BAKA! HOW DARE DARE DARE YOU!.” Balling his fists, Tsuneo shouted from the top of his lunges before pointing an accusing finger in the direction of the enemy. “YOU TOTALLY SMELL! BAKA!”. Now sweating and shaking, frowning harder than Ikeru on a bad day, Tsuneo began to pant from all the energy it took to voice his temper tantrum.

As such it was weird how a mere two seconds later he looked down at the ground with red cheeks, obviously ashamed at how he had acted up. His skin turned a depressing gray as he muttered depressing terms to himself before actually sitting down on the ground with his head hung over: his finger drawing invisible circles onto the ground as he was stuck in depression. “That was so lame and uncool of me… what a pain.”. Groaning in annoyance, Tsuneo then threw a smoke bomb onto the ground, out of nowhere, which would most likely surprise whatever confused spectators he had gathered by now. The theatrics were over and done with as he used the cover of smoke to transform into a small octopus in order to force himself through a small hole in the ground that led down into the sewer. The hole was only as big as a fist but thanks to the squishiness of an octopus he got through without trouble and fell down into one of the many smelly streams of filth that ran underground, before turning back to normal. If all went to plan, it’d take about 5 to 10 minutes for him to be carried out of the sewage system; left to fall down into one of the rivers that led to the ocean. If Ranta’s plan worked out as well, then Ranta’s flock of crows would fly over Tsuneo just as the Nara clambered up to the shore and laid onto his back in relief; panting heavily and covered in all kinds of filth while thinking back to that unexplainable jutsu. “Just who was that guy?”