Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26510601-20170418204241/@comment-25687356-20170421050017


 * RL|- The deeper Ranta entered the remains of his beloved the home the more in disarray it looked over all.   The amount of normal people lessened overtime. Eventually leaving Ranta wandering the streets alone, why did it seem like his life always ended up at this crossroad? Behind him was the possibility of companionship, safe living and overall comfortability. But then when he looks forward its dark, almost too dark. A small light at the end of the tunnel but is all that trekking worth the pay off at the end? If saving Sunagakure was the light, Ranta was going to reach for it with all he had.

There admit ably wasn’t much left to save in terms of general populace. But he couldn’t let the history of Sunagakure burn and fade here, not to the enemy. As he continued to walk there was more guards patrolling the area. Their outfits becoming much more recognizable to his eyes and mind overall. As much as Ranta could stake out the place for information. He couldn’t waste the valuable distraction that Obelisk probably has given Ranta. The guards were the lightest they would be right in this moment.

Once he got to a certain point he reached the Kazekage building. It was much more militarized in comparison to how it was in the past. Guards exchanging walking patterns and things over and over again. But they did it in such a way that the lapse or pattern Ranta would have to read was so minuet that it would be impossible for his current speed to be able to exploit the guards. Ranta had to make a scene and take advantage of the situation, he had just the Jutsu for this situation.

Ranta ducked into another alley nearby. One again holding up a singular hand seal he created a Crow clone, but this time he infused it with a decent amount of chakra. This chakra would be the Jutsu “Great Clone explosion.” Ranta basically had a clone version of a remote-controlled bomb. To further add to its use, he made said clone use transformation technique to turn it into the mirage of the guard’s uniform. Once a pair of guards passed, Ranta’s clone then walked out and began its slow trek towards the entrance area of the Kazekage building. The real Ranta would have himself on the ready to infiltrate once his handy bomb needed to explode. Using small clicks of his tongue and a mixture of seismic sense to feel out the patrols as they moved all around.

Ranta was playing a risky game, but sometimes it’s the best hand. - |RL|