Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160519152204/@comment-27973212-20160520022010

Listen & Read



The collection of Konohagakure ninja travel through the desert, approaching Sunagakure that at the time seemed like a mirage. With every step it seemed to remain the same distance away, it was rather perplexing. Kin tailed behind the group, her cherry pink hues shifting every once in a while to gather information on their location. Every once in a while, Kin saw an animal unique to the desert, rattle snakes, scorpions, horned lizards. It was exhilarating to the short woman, to see such a different landscape. Kin was finally pushing ahead with her dream to see the entirety of the shinobi world. Though it be little by little, it was still progress. This was the desert where many shinobi’s lost their lives, yet it still held awe to it, it interested Kin, though at the time she seemed rather aloof and out of it. Kin slowly walked behind the group, watching the black and white haired female as she ate what seemed to be mealworms. Surely, it was rather disgusting but Kin was one of the few people who lived by the ‘Don’t knock it till you try it’ philosophy.

For this expedition Kin had fashioned a revealing tan robe, with a large hemline on the front. The top exposed her arms, her belly and navel. Her shinobi sandals this time had intense tread on the bottom, making sure she moved carefully through the sand. Kin’s pants had been black which seemed to blend into where her ninja shoes began. Around the females neck would be a white scarf, which covered up about half of her face in case of sandstorms or anything of the sort. The long pink locks would be secured into a bun. On her back was a ninja pouch that carried only smoke bombs and explosive tags, the rest of her tools could easily be created if need be, due to her unique nature.



Soon the group had made their way to Sunagakure, and no long had it seemed like a mirage in the distance, now it was rather magnificent though the majority of it had been in shambles. It was still a piece of art; it was still beautiful. What the short female wanted to see was a puppet user, she heard a lot about them and was very intrigued in their fighting style. The doll like female gazed at the village guard, smiling at him beneath her scarf. She’d listen to Seika and Zango speak, but she wouldn’t provide any input. As the group continued moving, Kin trailed behind her team, her eyes pulling from the guards once it became too much of a strain on her neck to look anymore.

As the team approached the four sheds, Kin’s eyes trailed to Seika to see what she had said. As she gave the location of the woman Kin offered a quick nod, her eyes opening wide as a grin tugged at her cheeks. “Allow me.” She murmured, her hand stretching out, her palm facing towards the sky. A few sheets of paper pulled from her wrist and one sheet slowly began to drift towards the shack as she remained a decent distance away, the other sheets swirled around her form, ready to take the shape of a weapon at anytime if they needed to. With ease it made its way inside, the color of the paper changing to a dull brown to mask itself against the wooden interior. Kin would now close her eyes and allow a gentle exhale to leave her lips as she tilted her head to listen. Due to the paper being inside the shed she’d be able to hear clearly what was occurring inside. Whatever she heard, she’d reiterate to her group, telling them in detail what exactly had been going on inside. From there it would be Seika’s choice on what to do, and Kin would oblige with the order. The short female seemed a lot more controlled with the time that had passed, not as uppity…but this was due to the seriousness of the mission as well as her not knowing the squad members all that well. Kin's exterior seemed the same however, she still wore a large smile on her face even with her mind being as focused as it was.