Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170806013542

The enumerate clamor of construction bewildered and overpowered the light-hearted lobes of this young and pragmatic soul. Fingers brought rhythm to the palisade of his flak-pants in an attempt to drown the noise from his person. So loud; the reconstruction of a village was no easy task but was far easier than watching it rot away in time. Rioting, looting, each and every action of depravation was no stranger to this village stripped of its former glory. An encampment for fine warriors and assassins alike, transpired into a big tent to shelter orphaned children, and former shinobi with a broken will. Unfortunately the amount of injured does not exceed the dead. Among that dead, his entire lineage. He was no stranger to war, sadness, or death as a virtue, and seeing as such the passing of his family barely scathed the hard, scaly surface of his serpentine skin. Drought, famine, disease, swept through the land of water like a sudden storm. The former powerhouse of the entire country dwindled to a speck, its population  severed by nearly 90%. Forged roughly, he has had to kill just to reach the miniscule rank in which he adorns. Genin, child-shinobi, were never seen as the children that they are in this village of carnage and malice. Some believe they were being punished for the lack of honor and virtue the village had built itself upon for years. Blood-must-have-blood. Today was a day that laid torment upon his young brain, and reminded him of everything solid he could have once had. His comrades, that until now had been disbanded,  Iremono, Saisei. A year behind their peers because of the lost of their sensei in the after-effects of the war, were now, finally, being assigned another. The three of them, were very inclusive and closed off before the sweepers sent to clean out the remaining Kirigakure "scum" took the life from the body of their only trusted friend outside of the trio. But now, the three of them had grown to a different level of darkness. Team 1, the first and most prominently talked about team upon their graduation were to pave the way into a new era of Kirigakure. The Village was almost back to its old self.. or was it. The buildings had more than enough time to be completed, some twenty years, but the actual state of the village was to be decided. The population at an all-time low.. most people knew each other on a first and last name basis, with a circle too small for secrets to flow. Even so, militarily the village tried its hardest to maintain just an inlking of strength, beginning with the trio. Wandering over a remaining field of debris and fog, he was forced to watch his steps over the sea of sharp rocks and muddy pits. Of all places to meet-  Here, no one ever had common sense or a piece of mind, just bloodthirsty and environmentally deficient shinobi, wishing only to "cut things". The three of them naturally had chemistry beyond measure. But this new scoundrel that thought he could boss them around, would be in for another thing entirely. 