Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-25687356-20170817224259/@comment-24714922-20170818003228

In the weeks leading up to the second voyage to the New Lands, Michirama would have spent the time training and assisting Shien with the Surveyor’s Guild, even if his help was just lounging around and reading while Shien actually did work. He’d quit the KPD only a week after the mass breakout, announcing to the Chief of Police that his ideals didn’t match the protocol of the Force.

When the flyers were posted around the village, Michirama eventually stumbled upon one of them after some arduous training earlier in the day. “A trip to the New Lands huh?” He recalled his friends, all of whom had gone on the first voyage, all of whom had returned stronger than he could hope to become by just training and doing simple missions, no, he decided right then and there that he would join the expedition, and he’d return worldlier than ever. As he tore the flyer down from the wall he could feel his sense of adventure begin to flare up!

Michirama had announced to his father that he was going on the voyage, of course, this resulted in an argument, his father claiming that Michirama had no respect for himself or the clan and was only thinking about himself, it had ended with Michirama’s father screaming at the top of his lungs that he hoped his son perished on his trip so those devil eyes were gone for good. The young Senju had stormed upstairs and prepared his gear for his first adventure!

The night before they were set to leave, Michirama’s sleep was haunted by visions and nightmares, a figure with eyes just like his sat at the end of his bed. He seemed to be talking about something but whatever it was Michirama was unable to tell what was being said. “Death … Power” where the last words he heard before sitting upright in a cold sweat, his heart pounding as if he’d run a marathon. Unable to pin the cause of his nightmare, Michirama had gathered his things and prepared to set off.

He was equipped with his usual inventory of tools with a small scroll that carried things like rations and bandages. In a large knapsack he had changes of clothing and other items that he would deem worthy like candles and matches, things he could use if caught in the wilderness. His attire was also different for this journey, long dark pants that bunched up around his ankles with enclosed shoes designed for running, a plain white top with a thicker open shirt over that and bandages covering his hands and arms until just under the shoulder. He also wore a large dark muted green travel cloak designed to keep out rain and wind that had numerous pockets on the inside, it was big enough that when the hood was flicked up he could wrap himself entirely in his cloak. Lastly, was his Katana, the blade measuring 1.5 meters in length and its handle just over 50cm. For the first time in forever, Michirama had the katana strapped to his left hip, deciding that he would need his hands free for the coming endeavor. With his gear set, Michirama would leave home without saying goodbye.

00:32, August 18, 2017 (UTC)ON THE SHIP00:32, August 18, 2017 (UTC)

For the first week of the voyage Michirama had spent the time plagued by sea sickness and wondering if it was the right idea to tag along. At the first sign of monsters he became so full of adrenaline that he’d forgotten all about the sickness. From then on in the following weeks Michirama was in a constant state of excitement, he was still 12 and he’d never faced the horrors of the New World. Of course, he was still plagued by nightmares and as the journey hit the sixth week he began to see the same figure while he was awake. Eventually he managed to clear his mind, but it still concerned him, he had to hope he wasn’t losing his mind.

Finally on the seventh week of the journey they approached a large outpost built and funded by the Hokage, here they would rest and gather any final supplies before the last leg of the journey. Michirama had dashed across the deck, ducking and weaving past people until he could stand on the Bow of the ship, his purple ripple colour eyes staring ahead at the outpost while his blonde hair which was now riddled with sea salt blew back from the wind “Woah” was all he could really manage to say. This was it, the start of an amazing adventure!