Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26021384-20170603073249

Shien was bored, there was nothing to do. It seemed that everytime he thought back to one of the past adventures he had been having. But everytime he did, it seemed the story slowed to a crawl in his mind. He needed something to do. Something to get the brain juices flowing.

So who better to consult than his sister Ayame! Shien was getting dressed up into his shinobi combat attire with an idea of training in mind. Shien wore light grey pants with a dark vinyl like layer over them and a lattice cut pattern on the sides of the thighs all the way to the knees. On his feet were now open toed ninja tabi. He pulled ona  dark vest over his red hoodie, and tied his headband around his neck, keeping the moth necklace extra close to his body. He pulled on a pair of gloves without fingers and tugged them taut.

Shien then grabbed his belt of tool pouches, buckling it about his waist before he gathered and tucked away his tools. Five kunai that went into a rectangular ammo box, eight shuriken put into their own pocket and ten senbon into another, all of them on the small of his back and toward his hips. In another pouch was a pair of blood pills. Tied to two of the kunai were training explosive tags, and a third lose one kept in another pouch. All of them were set to go off with half of the bird seal formed by himself and their explosions were concussive.

He would look all over the house for Ayame, and when he found her, Shien would prod at her to come on, and they could get to some action. 