Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170913015935/@comment-28929139-20170915195510

"Well aren't we all a lively bunch." Sup Pung chirped in seeing the rather deflated attitudes everyone had taken on in comparison to their normally more engaging personalities. They wanted to get right down to business, which she could respect. They come, they see, they speak, they go. It was like fucking without foreplay, go RIGHT in then pull out and make the mess elsewhere.

Fine.

Munashi spoke up now, complaining of not having wine as her savior from this conversation. Whatever this was, it seemed like it would be intense. She was making threats even and now with cocking a brow, Sup Pung crossed her arms while staring to her friend expectantly, awaiting an explanation. Apparently, this was so bad that they could either leave right now and play dumb about it or they could stay, listen and make a blind commitment to whatever the hell it was. More than that, there would be hell to pay if they changed their minds and flaked on this. That was piling it on thick in her honest opinion, but Sup Pung said nothing. She was just going to trust that this task, endeavor, goose chase, whatever, was crucial to more than just Munashi herself. That big ass boat wasn't being built for no reason and this super-imposed covenant was likely tied to that. If it wasn't and it was something of far less importance, Munashi would already know what would happen.

So Sup Pung just stared at her, far more curious than intimidated to figure out what all this was about. However, in her right peripheral, she could see someone approaching it. It was someone dressed in black with white hair. Ever closer he came toward them but he seemed to stop and admire the handiwork being put into the huge boat closeby. She couldn't blame him, but wait.....wasn't that the kid she met at the hospital? Sup Pung slightly turned her head to look upon the kid...who in actuality wasn't even a kid anymore, he was only a couple years younger than her. But in any case, Shien was asking questions and she laid her eyes upon.....Akui was it? If her memory served her correctly, he actually worked at the tea house for a short spell before it burned down a couple years ago. Hmm. However, before her mind could meander back to those golden times, she noticed the white sheathed nodachi curtained to his shoulder, which she immediately recognized to be from her family. The sharp square tang that was plated in silver, the specially woven electro-silk and custom back-weaving of the hilt were all dead giveaways and the copper crest of the Sagaras as well. What had he been doing with an heirloom like that? It was the only remaining blade made by her distant cousin, Tak, who had been the first and only female Sagara to become a sword forger, and gained brief notoriety by learning the craft under the tetsukage's family. Did Kideme give it to him?

Those questions, of course, would have to wait though. Munashi first. Why was she building a boat? How did this involve a clandestine but life-threatening endeavor to support it? And if it was such a big thing, why had it only been the three of them she called upon? Where was Salad Boy?