Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170710053634

~One Year Later~

Tiatsu Uchiha, the silent killer. Hayato Sarutobi, a runt with honor. Kideme Sagara, the oddball showgirl.

These were the shinobi of the future.

Okay not really, but they were three souls who entered a journey to find not only their goals and dreams, but themselves. While they had come a long way, none of them were close to finding either, but at least they were closer than they were before.

Kideme was on a quest to become a great entertainer and to do so, she sought to study from the best and the worst dancers, showgirls and geisha that the world had to offer. Tiatsu wants to become the world's most proficient killer and by acting as ab bodyguard to his friend, he's getting an international chance to practice. Hayato wishes to restore honor to the surlied name of his family by learning from his unofficial friend and finding strength in the struggles of everyday life and having personal character tester.

Together, the three of them would laugh, cry and run at the things they would experience in their first year of traveling. And after a brief recon back in Konoha village, they were back on the road again.

~

Kideme had come a long way in learning all things dancing and entertainment and it was finally beginning to show in the way she not only danced but moved in general. So much so, that by the time she returned to Konoha the first time, she had been a working showgirl. Which happened entirely by accident and it wasn't because of her skill at dancing. But because she was in the right place at the right time....and in a corset.

Ever since then, Kideme stopped traveling to different pleasure houses to observe, but observe and work. And in doing so, she and her corset coupled with her insane flexibility gradually started to garner her a following. And in doing so, it availed her to information that would ultimately benefit the goals of Tiatsu and Hayato.

~

Not even back on the road for a full month back on the road and already the three of them were on the run again. Apparently one of the dancers couldn't take a hint or no for an answer, but would take things all the way to the next level.

In some obscure little town whose reputation really did ride on its string of pleasure houses, the three of them were several miles west of Takigakure. It was the crack of dawn and Kideme was sound asleep in her bed. She had rented them a room for the night because it was quite frankly too cold to camp out. And if Kideme was freezing, that was saying something. But yes, she was having some off the wall dream about talking walnuts and a three legged hairbrush when suddenly there were loud bangs on her door.

The irate voices of several angry women were banging on the door to their room and it was knocking getting louder and more violent. It came out of nowhere and it seemed as though they were after someone or demanding something. There were roughly seven different half dressed angry dancers outside the door and yelling at the top of their lungs. "OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR AND FACE!" Kideme popped out of bed from hearing all the racket and instinctively reached for her hammer, dressed in some baggy shorts and a cropped kimono top,  "......What the?! 