Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-24714922-20170427032842

Obelisk's news about Ranta's potential fate had stirred a fury inside him. He had stormed out of the room in a rage, followed closely by his tiger Khan. He stormed up the stairs of his empty manor and barged into his bedroom. He tossed the Lord Cloak to the ground and opened his wardrobe pulling out a relic of better times. He donned a dark grey jacket with lighter grey lining on the inside and a hood that looked like it could keep anyone warm. On its back, in solid gold material was the crest of his old team; Team Instinct. As he straightened up the jacket the crest lit up, blazing a brilliant gold that lit up the room. He made sure that his Tanto was strapped to his lower back before fastening his pouch to his left leg, checking its contents quickly; 2 of each bomb (Explosive, Flash and Smoke), 10 Shuriken and 5 Kunai. He also snagged a small scroll resting on the table in his room. When his gear was set he barged out of the room and back down the stairs towards the kitchen. Once there he rummaged through the cupboards gathering some basic food provisions; things like dried meats and bars. He rolled the small scroll out on the bench and seal the provisions into it with a basic sealing technique before stuffing the scroll into his pouch. "Khan, you stay here, look after the place" With that he stormed out of the house and out of the estate leaving Khan sitting in the Kitchen feeling quite perplexed.



Ranta was in danger, that was all he knew, if he was alive and captured by the enemy then he needed to be rescued and if he was dead ... Takahiro didn't want to think about that possibility right now. Takahiro marched down the streets of Kogakure, his expression fierce and an aura of anger rolling off of him. Finally, after a while of enraged walking, he arrived at Shinra's home. Without knocking he busted the door open and stormed in "SHINRA" he called "Get your shit! Ranta is in trouble. AND BRING THE JACKET" Takahiro's usual calm demeanour was gone now, replaced by concern, anger and a lack of patience. He would begin to pace the entrance of Shinra's house as he waited, his hand gripping the hilt of his tanto so tight his knuckles were going white. They needed to be leaving yesterday, why was this taking so long. "SHINRA, HURRY UP!". Not even Shinra would have seen Takahiro this worked up before. 