Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-25687356-20161110045037/@comment-73.130.13.95-20161111042303

Listen & Read

After shaking and hugging the initial 3 which gave him further confirmation, he came upon the largest and most reserved looking of the pairing and before his old hand could reach forward. The boy’s thrusted forward, the type of body language signifying obviously, he had no intention for a hug. So the old man gripped his hand and still hugged him anyways. Almost in a similar to which Keldran would, bring forehead to forehead. It was almost like a gift and reminder of the path he needs to continue to walk to become a great man and hero.

Then to even further the man’s earlier affirmation that helped him after the begging plea he made and they helped him back to his feet so he flashed a full jawed smile. Only have a random spread of teeth left in his mouth. Joyfully he uttered, “Arigato, all of you.”

The party would begin to follow the man’s lead out of the village as they would begin to walk for at least an hour and a half before finally the setting began to turn much more sinister and grim than the early Konoha.

Out in the wilderness miles from civilization they were going to encounter a village before reaching his village that he requested for them to escort him to, along with saving his people. While in the open trail way towards the village, it was mainly covered in farm land. Long rice fields that parted vastly along the large open area. The previously uncloudy sky was now completely over-casted and most of the surrounding land looked pretty grey and gloomy overall.

As they walked the long singular road the old man’s staff clacked against the gravel and he spoke out to the group that should be surrounding him or walking behind him. “T-hhhhhis is sister vvvilage to my people” He took a short cough into his shirt before speaking again. “Not far from here.” After walking some 3 more minutes while still on the road and almost nearing the town. Around the group 10 bandits would rise upwards from a bunch of random dirt piles on the ground. Quickly surrounding the group in a sphere fashion. 2 of them with a resounding two like appearance and similar voices would speak. “Hand over the stuff or we will sell your corpses!”

The Old man began to slowly move backwards and both of his hands were tightly gripping his staff and he tripped backwards landing butt first. He was obviously afraid. It was the teams time to show what they were made of.

The air was growing thick and the bandits hands and body languages were becoming noticeably more and more restless. If not acted upon soon, the situation could boil over.