Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161212220825/@comment-30575150-20161213064213

-He’d been reading when the swan song of sires serenaded the many citizens of Konoha. Naraku immersed in a plot of great promised romance found himself nearly leaping from his skin as the sirens wailed with sound akin to a moaning specter. Having fallen to the ground his book rested atop his crumbled form leaving him to look straight out of a gag strip. He found his situation less than comedic due to him losing his place in the novel. Scooping the book up he would reconfigure his form and rest the leather bound book onto the night table that rested beside his bed that he now sat up in.

“Mm… What's going on…?” Naraku became puzzled by the song of sirens that flooded the village but soon his call would be made. Regardless of a clone coming to beckon him Naraku was already washing his face and slapping his face as he found himself the proper attire to adorn during times of security. From stark nudeness he would layer himself with slacks of ebony shade a fish net shirt and finally adorning over his shirt the jacket of Instinct. On his back Naraku would adorn the yellow bird of Instinct and went to door to depart on his own scouting just as the clone of his brilliant teacher arrived “Sensei!” He saluted the proctor without knowing it was a clone, though he would nonetheless salute the clone of his teacher.

“Equipment, eh?” He had forgotten his ninja utility pouch on his table along with his wallet and so with a brief waltz inside he would find himself fastening the pouch onto the backside of his trousers. As he prepared to leave one last time he engraved the image of his home into memory, in case he dies he wants to remember the place he found sanctuary “I guess this is it…” This was the first time since his arrival to the village that something of this caliber occurred, pulling out all the stops and making a grandiose parade of it.



“Sensei and the others are probably waiting…” He began to descend from his home, the sound of his geta clucking against the stone pavement was drowned out by the singing sirens. He felt his hands become clammy as he inched forward, was this fear? He felt his skin crawling, an ungodly chin spiking through his veins like ice as he tried to endure the obvious anxiety.

“I… I hope they aren’t too annoyed.” Civilians seemed to be in chaos under the call of the howling sirens but the Shinobi responding helped calm the roar of public disorder, he wished one of those Shinobi would come and rescue him. He was afraid, he has faced beasts without so much as blinking an eyelash but in the face of a new unknown threat, something that can force the hand of lord Hokage to activate such measures.

‘Oh wait!” He began to muse to himself incoherent ramblings and jetted back towards his own apartment complex. Upon forcing open the door he scooped from an umbrella stand two tanto with ebony leather as handle covers. “Now, it’s time to show my true strength!” Naraku was shaky as he spoke, he wasn’t prepared he felt. He found himself believing that this unknown threat was something big and bad. But all he really knew was that the sirens are calling and to whom they cry out to is the Shinobi of Konoha and so as a dog of the state he began his descent from his building.

“I’m coming!” He let out a mighty roar in hopes to raise his own spirits as he performed the Body Flicker technique to meet his teammates. “Naraku is here!” He said as he caught up with his comrades at the front gate. He saluted his leader, Ranta, and apologized profusely “I am so sorry for my lateness Sensei! I will accept any punishment you see fit to inflict!” He spoke with military mannerisms and a stiffness only beaten by cardboard.-