On Fresh Wings... [T/T]
Mar 29, 2015 9:27:14 GMT -7
Post by try4 on Mar 29, 2015 9:27:14 GMT -7
In a hurried sprint, perhaps feeling very anxious to flee the land of Endless Rain, Mikutashi moved about the landscape of the viscid rainforest with minimal difficulty, his claw-gauntlet extension easily tearing through and clutching on to hanging vegetation and soggy tree bark when apt. His movements had been extremely limber as his body flickered in and out of sight within the dreary environ constantly present under the domain of this country. With an about average sense of direction, he moved westward; knowing where the capital of Yokoburi lay encouraged him to push his way out from underneath the incessantly swelling rain clouds that dominated nearly every portion of the sky above his head; lightning strikes flashed and illuminated his path in the damp forest as in total silence he moved forward.
With thoughts of finally freeing himself from Amegakure no Sato, Miku wondered what he would encounter now that he did not have to worry about the day-by-day drawl of shinobi life. He was free to do as he so pleased and the thought of returning to the Hidden Rain to collect several varying scrolls sometime later in the future rang in his head just as frequently as the electrical bolts that zipped overhead. Too content was he with traveling with his achromatic poncho thrown over his attire; still, though, being inside of Ame Kuni made him feel sick. Emotions were things that he did not display well nor did he wish to be at the mercy of them. Images of the former lady Amekage Mitsukai interrupted the crashing bass of thunder as he noticed a clearing in the skyline some five kilometers away. Surely he was headed in the right direction? Advanced as he had become while living here in the study of observing weather patterns, he had hoped that this faint, almost translucent shimmering of the sun towards the west meant that another country lay just beyond the territorial reaches of Rain's capital. His butt bag clanged lightly as star-shaped shuriken mingled with the sole kunai in its slot; he had hoped that the durability of the water poncho kept his map of Fire Country and explosive tags from getting damp and unusable once he reached the dry clearing.
As he was able to fake out the receptionist back in the Rain Shadow's tower with his story of going to Yokoburi to aid another Rain shinobi, Mikutashi did not worry about having to outrun the masked operatives that lingered around various vantages of the village. He, at best, had about a day or two's lead on any party that would come searching for him in his absence; inside his tool bag also rested his black-clothed hitai-ate that bore both his previous affiliation to Rain and the current laceration of a horizontal scar cutting the four vertical slivers of rain in half. He would be known as a deserter among the Pluvians and their allies, yet he cared little. Wazaru did not put inside of him the seed of fear-----for he had instead planted, and witnessed his draconian philosophies sprout into Suikou who had turned into something extremely volatile. Alone, as he was accustomed to, Miku excelled exceptionally better than with another person. But as he came into a clearing that brought along with it horizontal plateaus that seemed to cut the world before him into elevating tiers, he thought of Akuryo. His only true comrade and his rival.
The rain began to diminish to a mere patter as he stepped onto of the first flat and edged out surface of a plateau. The world before him itself was volatile, almost as much as he.Move to Stone Country, please.
Direction Sense: Average 0037[+0005]=0042
Weather Sense: Advanced 0070
Nimble Moves
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User can move across a single obstacle with ease.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Whenever the user moves, they move through 2 meters of difficult terrain each round as if it were normal terrain. This technique allows the user to take a 2-meter step into difficult terrain.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous.