Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161212220825/@comment-30575150-20161214014653

-Naraku flushed fifty shades of pink as some vulgar man preached of Instinct’s jackets and how they appeared arousing. Having little contact with shinobi from other squads Naraku felt out of place. He wasn’t the most social and was easily overwhelmed with anxiety when having to deal with people but before his own identity was his pledge to be a shinobi and so with that in mind Naraku flipped his long flowing golden mane and accepted the praise as just that. He did not think of it as a slight on honor or something to invoke great shyness.

“Sir yes sir!” Naraku barked as his leader commanded him to position which he would swiftly assume, a loyal hound he would without a moment passing find himself in the position of right point waiting for Takahiro to assume the left point. As he took his post he took the time to adjust his weapons, his twin tanto fastened strongly to his belt line like the swords of a samurai. He accounted for his senbon needles and smoke bombs that laid to rest in his shinobi pouch. As a Shinobi Naraku must be ready for the tides of battle to shift from his favor and so these tools are made with the intent to defy fate should it raise its hand against him.

“Sir, do we have any idea of who was able to slither into our village?” Naraku was seeking enlightenment in Hellfire as he spoke with adamant tone towards his beloved teacher. He knew naught of what is to come and yet his blood as a shinobi screamed out for a chance to roll. He was nervous, it was a natural response for anxiety to rise during terms of chaos and yet this anxiety began to diverge into adrenaline. Fight or flight at it’s finest, he was growing restless and had to do deep breathing to yield his beastly heart from seeking blood.-