Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309215319/@comment-27375402-20160312031021

DM's Post

The day was eerie, numbers dwindling and the whispering lingering about the streets, rumours and ghost stories began rapidly spreading throughout the entirety of the village itself as it seemingly appeared that familiar faces were missing, certain stores had begun to shut down as the employers were nowhere to be seen, the shinobi exiting the gates seemed to decrease in number and the atmosphere about the village seemed heavy, tense, whatever the stories spoke, it gripped Konohagakure's villagers with fear at its core. A boy can be found sitting amongst the floor before the gate, curled up whilst hugging his knees against his chest, rocking back and forth, clearly the man has seen what has the village at its knees, scaring even the child into such a state. Despite the evident traumatised state of the child, it was clear that if anyone had information on what was happening, it was the boy. The child sighs whilst sitting amongst the stairs to the doorway to his house, tying the shoelaces to the sneakers residing upon his feet, the Konohagakure headband loosely hanging down the blonde child’s neck, smiling at the exciting day that the Genin had presumed awaited him, preparing for his daily routine of training, though once he steps onto the streets, he could feel something was off. The villagers that once flooded the streets in a sea of civilians had become a scarce few.

Pacing forth, his golden hues shifting about his environment, nervously striding through the barren pathway, the number of people present left the shinobi on edge, something was happening to the people and the reasoning seemed to have escaped the child. Narrowing his eyes, he scans the area around him in hopes to find a sign of some kind or someone willing to inform the child of the recent disappearances.

It didn’t help the child that everyone seemed despondent, others appearing unresponsive to his gaze in his desperate search for answers. It soon came into vision that a child curled up near the gate, fear not only gripping his strength to move but also his pride as his position was, pathetic at best. Ryouta rolls his eyes at the sign of the child, seeing the child in such a manner left him disappointed in the resolve of Konoha’s residents.

As Ryouta approached, the child recoiled, sliding away from the blonde Genin as if his approach would do him harm; the boy was in a far worse condition than he had presumed. Squatting down beside the child, the Genin offers a sympathetic smile before he spoke.

“It’s okay. I’m a shinobi. What’s wrong?” though as he inquired, the child merely stares at him in fear.