Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27079171-20160522200814/@comment-25687356-20160522205045

|DM| -The bartender would be cleaning a glass with a soft linen cloth as the question was asked and he then spoke directly towards the boy. “Welp I have not a damn clue, most of what we get here is ninja or folks that are just coming in and out. In all honesty I don’t even know what that is I’m of simple farm boy birth buddy sorry. He would now walk down the counter and begin helping other customers.

Now entering the shabby tavern was a group of fairly tattered and scar filled men but they had a sort of commanding presence. It was about 4 men, all having a fairly slender build which was backed with a good muscle ratio. “Oi barmaids get us some fucking Sake on the double, and you pricks fuck out of our seats.” A small group of men would blaze out of the tavern in fear from the group and as they took a seat the entire tavern had grown fairly quiet. But the only thing that remained was a grey haired male in the corner of the tavern playing his Japanese lute with a simple melody along with some mixture of string plucking and taps to the wood to make a relatively nice sound.

The group of men would begin to drink and live it up as everyone around them tried to ignore the presence and that’s when the one man of the group pointed towards the direction of the red haired boy and called out to him. “Oi red bitch, you look a little to clean to be around here boy? You lost?” The men all began to laugh as they let the answer resonate through the air. Kano wouldn’t respond and just ignore them until this happened.

The men would all stand after being flat out ignored and call out to him as they began to slowly move forward. Their feet making the wood below them creak so giving evidence they were approaching if he wasn’t already looking at them. Once they get within a good 5 ft distance the man from the corner’s lute would stop playing and he would move almost at an untraceable speed and stand directly in front of where Kano currently was. He had on a circular straw hat and a fairly long beard to boot. Wearing a mixture of leather ungarements and a sloppy tied together kimono. All the men would simply look at him with a question mark type of expression. “Move fucking geezer, keep playing that lute like you just were before I break those brittle bones.”



The man simply laughed. “Go for it.” -|DM|