Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20161209152646/@comment-24937485-20161210043556



Slowly striding through the town with a light breeze taking hold of the long bangs that framed both sides of his enigmatic facial complexion: a blend of worry, hope, and frustration all hidden by a mask that only hinted at what went through the Uchiha’s mind. A result of becoming softer, perhaps, he wasn’t quite sure and didn’t mind as long as he could manage to keep his positive mindset. Although it became hard in times like these where he had to keep up false pretenses in front of an old friend whom he still couldn’t believe was alive. They were the only two left of that generation and they never had the time for a true talk, a regular chat. “Only business, that seems to be all that’s important now that so many things are on the stake. But if I don’t live following the ideals I’m sworn to protect then what am I but the mindless assassin that I used to be?”.

He stretched out his arms and inhaled while standing in front of an old teashop, taking that one fresh breath before entering a narrow room crammed with boiling pots and sacks of herbs. Before long he was seen walking out with some jasmine tea, sweat-beads gracing his forehead from how warm it was in there. “People are truly remarkable. Whether trapped in an underground cell or living a normal life, some are kind and some are bad, some are regular and some peculiar.”.

It wouldn’t be long before he threw the paper cup in a trashcan and some minutes later passed by the Fuma clan compound where it had been awfully quiet for a long time. But now there was some sort of commotion and Kei could see some flyers detailing how the clan was recruiting for members. “I see, he’s rebuilding the clan huh? I just hope those construction workers are---.”. Kei stopped his sentence just before one of the men came in earshot and greeted the worker with a bow of the head.

Dressed in a regular Jounin outfit, Kei walked over to the entrance of the compound while wondering whether now was the time for a chat before running in to Mushiki. “Nice seeing you here, how’s that sword suiting you? You should join me inside, it seems like a good day to share a laugh and story, no?”. He then head into the compound, and walked up to the mansion where he’d see Keldran seated opposite a desk as well as the dark-skinned shinobi. “Greetings, both of you, I’m glad to see things are alive around here again. Do you know Mushiki here? She’s Sachi’s Genin. “  Kei the looked over at the one he beat a Sunagakure Jounin with when they were still brats. “So… did you learn any ‘proper’ techniques in the meantime?”. Grinning boyishly at the last part, Kei then flicked his fingers at which a Kunai appeared in his hand; or at least seemed to as he had been holding it since he had left the house today but kept it hidden from the eyes of everyone he met and passed by through excellent sleight of hand; hiding it from the angle of people’s perception. After showing off and twirling the kunai between his right hand fingers Kei sighed. “Just one of the many new things I’ve picked up. But it hasn’t been all good.”  He slowly raised his prosthetic left arm in a slow process which went paired with croaking sounds. “It’s harder when I haven’t warmed up yet.”. He wasn’t really able to say more about the damage he had sustained and been healed from, or talk about the friends he made in Eito’s underground laboratory that went missing not too long ago, but from the way he looked it way easy to see that there was more going on than met the eye, but for now he was just hoping to chill with some peers. He’d then hear a knocking from the gate .”Seems like you have another guest.”