Board Thread:Hidden Leaf Village/@comment-24937485-20191126200002

Participants

 * Zhiro Nisshoku
 * Madoka Uzumaki



The Role-Play Begins
It was around that time where most would decide to call it a day after finishing up on many hours of working arduous tasks in the Land of Fire. This was prime-time for any restaurant and Ramen shop as the sun began to set which caused the Hidden Leaf to bask in a warm hue that brought comfort to one’s piece of mind.

But not to all. As a sole Genin was seen walking the opposite direction of most people. He was dressed in nothing except for his loose flak pants and shinobi sandals, having opted to tie the sleeves of his white haori around his waist. An act rather dishonorable seeing as his haori carried his family name on the back. But to Zhiro, that was all the more reason to wear it this way.

He was just about to exit the gate as he shoulder-brushed past a merchant who revealed equally hot-headed as both men turned around to glare at one another with their fist balled.

“What do you think you’re doing, you albino brat!” shouted the merchant

“I DON’T EVEN HAVE RED EYES YOU OLD FART!” replied Zhiro while pulling down on one of his eyelids to make a mocking face.

Meanwhile a small crowd began to gather in the Gates, much to the chagrin of guards on duty who tried to break through the circle which began to form around Zhiro and the Merchant who pulled up his sleeves to reveal very muscular arms. With the man being a solid 40 years old, muscular, and, towering a good ft’ or so over Zhiro, the white-haired teenager seemed doomed. But Zhiro didn’t step down nor did he reach for his weapon as he seemed willing to handle this with fists. Which anyone could tell was guaranteed to fail horribly.

(Perhaps Madoka finds herself alerted to this little chaotic display on her way to the training grounds?) 