Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-28124523-20161115031959/@comment-24937485-20161115194034



While crushing a paper note in his hand the dark gestalt of Okami was seen walking down the empty streets of Konoha. “9 AM… how funny.”. He took one more look at the senders address of the letter before tossing the crumbled up piece away into a trashcan where it brushed against an empty can filled by some hungry insects.



“As if such a casual time is even an option.”.

With one heroic leap Okami would jump through the window of wherever O lived, unblemished by the countles fragments of sharp glass that he made landing amidst. He then pulled the Genin’s matrass out from underneath him and threw it off to the while taking a disinterested look at the room. “Pitiful… you have one minute to meet me downstairs. Pack enough food for a day. And leave whatever ideas you have about hardship back here at home. There are two ways of being a master of lighting. One, you’re born a privileged prick from Kumogakure. Two, you become the rage made thunder and strike fierce with the beating of your own heart. Simply put, you work for it.”

Okami them stomped his foot down onto the ground at which he released a, severely toned down, shockwave of lightning paired with a thunderous boom that escalated through the premises and blew back any furniture in O’s room. The force however would be kept minimal so that nothing would be broken except maybe a few glasses or  other fragile objects, and O would be nothing but a little shocked and blown back into the matrass for a non-painful landing, if he was hit.

After the short wake-up call Okami jumped back through the entrance he had made himself in the now broken window, fragments of which still covered the ground. He’d wait outside under a lamp-post where he pocketed both hands in the sides of his trench coat, his gaze ever pointed at the window. He looked impatient and annoyed and had the kind of intense look that’d make you totally uncomfortable.

Going into his looks, he also carried a wakazashi on his back but other than that seemed to not carry any tools, weaponry, or survival gear whatsoever. He looked like the type who didn’t like to burden himself where it wasn’t needed, which might hint to why he was currently ticked off.

He remembered Ikeru’s words well. “As a Jounin you’re expected to help in any way you can.”

Okami scoffed. “Damn that old ginger.”