Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170913015935/@comment-25955740-20170913020250

Vexed. Paint this canvas to which color held unused, problematic was only an understatement to the issue that were to come, as the best hasn’t quite turned it’s ugly head. Beyond the safety of the village, Konohagakure, to the outskirts, a secret place held damp and dreary, hidden under the edge of a cliff and masked by the the sea, this was where the chance was the highest—Shifting within the depths. Yards within the cave that was no doubt underground, these were not ideal conditions, but nothing was ideal anymore; only do what one can get away with, that was the condition. So. This was the plan from this moment. It had been a solid year and some months, she may have been goofing  around, but.. For a good solid three months with units on units of people, people that were either starving or close to it, even those of her guild, let’s not forget about those who actually knew how to build; recruiting as many as she could for this construction of a ship if things didn’t go as plan—Enemies merely placed more odds in her favor, she will abuse very last drop to get as she wanted and desired. If money was worried about, she had a silver tongue and the fact hell was taking a jog on earth, her point was easily considered without any conflict. Those in need were always the easier to manipulate, she didn’t need to be a genius to figure that out. As she was out of the picture for those months, they did as requested and asked, building the ship, she rewarded them not just with food, but safety . Was that a lie or a well weaved story?   Within the months, this is what happened in those three months of this request. Broken into fifteen groups, two group of twenty was cutting down trees to sealing them in scrolls, porting them to the cave’s location, the building for the ship was started easily, six groups of twenty mixed between ninja and normal villagers built the ship and the rest were sent out gathering plants was there untainted, even small animals, along with objects that may prove useful if they had to rely on this plan. Every group, but one was doing this. One group was making an underground path from her library to this cave, directly to this cave, using earth release users to speed it up, it was the first thing completed. Basically. They were preparing for the worst. After the three months, a passage of time, Munashi became directly involved.   Inviting Shien , Sup Pung  and even Hayato <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">, if he was even around. Sup Pung would’ve possibly already knew Munashi was up to something and maybe Shein would’ve been conflicted or concerned due to her change in nature. And there was goto guy, Hayato. She started to hang out with him a lot within the two months, every day, but as the time passed, she tried to chill with him as much as the week allowed, the hour allowed. Three people of a group broke up to track each one down with a letter from Munashi, led them to her library and down the narrow-stabilized path lit by candles, one was warned about Hayato’s.. Uhh.. defensive nature.. Each note held the same thing, aside from Hayato’s and Sup Pung’s invitations, she gave them the request sake, the STRONGEST they could find, because she needed that shit. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">To ever who appeared first, they’ll notice beyond the narrow path, to the open cave. Rushing water sung, metallic clashing sounded off and overlapping whispers of many echoed, within this cave that held itself lit by many sources that weren’t just crystals, dozens were working in a single order and plan—Palm pressed within a wooden round table’s surface, amethyst hues staring upon the table that was littered with papers, from ship designs to map travel plans; gilding an inky point across parchment, she wrote. This was Munashi, pointy ears, skin tight suit and all. Dropping the pencil. She took a lean backwards and dropped herself upon the wooden chair that was not even an inch behind her—Strategist made this look easy; her head was hurting. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just a few more weeks. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She said to herself, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.Behind her, beyond her. Many figures motioned, some moving boards, some talking, some eating and beyond them. Filling as much of the vacancy called water, the size of the ship held itself almost as wide and as length as the cave allowed, within the clear blue waters of the cave, a boat sat, ah, no boat, but a ship. Three hundred feet in length, seventy two in height and forty-two in width—Floating in the water perfectly, many ropes kept it from moving. It a dark wooden craft without a name and still being finished, as some seemed to be doing some checks, along with some adjusting the inside of it.