Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309220940/@comment-24937485-20160310184451



On the other side of the wall that Ryouta leaned against sat a young boy with medium length black hair that smoothly fell down the sides of his face and forehead, brushing against his pale skin with as silk-like texture. A pair of lifeless black eyes stared from underneath bangs that flowed along with an easy wind, looking at a number of Shinobi leaving the village on their missions as was daily routine. Though he expressed no desire in whatever way, shape, or form, the young Genin knew that he wanted to be able to go along with them. Not for company or anything nonsensical but for the opportunity to grow faster than one would in the safe recluse of a village and its training grounds.



He pushed himself off the wall and sighed while taking a shuriken from a pouch that was strapped around his upper leg, over the black shinobi pants that he wore which were in turn tucked into his open-toed shinobi boots. Kei moved the sharp projectile so that the sun would reflect off its surface and into his own eyes, waiting to feel the sensation that would cause any normal persons eyes to water, but it seemed that even like this he couldn’t force a single tear from his eyes. Not that he wanted to cry. Kei was merely inquisitive in his own self. A very mature trait for one who’s but 12 years old.



Indifferent to the rest of the world he walked back through the gates to enter Konoha and spotted a blonde boy from the corner of his eye. He had seen the Genin before but never interacted with him. Normally, Kei would’ve just kept walking but he saw something interesting in the Genin’s hands; displaying good perceptive ability to be able to read from 6 yards away. “Even unassigned Genin can go. I see”.



But rather than walking up to the blonde boy to start the mission together, Kei just turned around and left Konoha behind him to walk towards the caravan in the south that the sheet of paper described. <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.6pt;border-style:none;border-width:initial;padding:0in;"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.6pt"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;">

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.6pt"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;">As the black haired boy with a hidden past, and most likely the blonde boy of a long forgotten plan, were to set out on their journey, a mysterious figure arose from his seat in the Ramen restaurant. This mysterious person ignored the waited and keenly watched Ryouta from a safe distance, hidden from the boys current line of sight, and moving to stay hidden should Ryouta turn his gaze by coincidence. The way that this man moved through the shadows was most awkward for the Ramen shop owner but he thought it best to keep quiet and continue preparing food for the day.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.6pt"><span style="font-size:9pt;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;">Apart from some random wanderers, both villagers and Konoha Shinobi alike, the Genin wouldn’t meet anyone special on the first part of their journey. But Ryouta would continue having the burning sensation of a pair of eyes on his back, however every time he turned there would be nothing to be seen.