No going back [DE]
Jan 12, 2018 16:34:25 GMT -7
Post by Master Game on Jan 12, 2018 16:34:25 GMT -7
Somewhere in the Land of the Fang, a young genin would grit his teeth as he stumbled around a fairly isolated road. It was an old path, seldom took by travellers nowadays, and as a result it slowly grew as infamous as it was isolated. Shoko's head throbbed with pain, it throbbed and pumped repeatedly in his skull like a hammer hitting an anvil, The hidden cloud genin was in utter mental agony, and as a result he didn't even know where he was. The boy just remembered having left the dojo in order to clear his head, then an hour later, he didn't even know if he was still in Kiba no Kuni.
The boy was dressed in a well-tailored and expensive black and white cloak of protection. The boy had the red and gold sheath of a Kyuushi sword strapped to his side, various quick-loader and half-pouches lined his figure, with fifteen Bo shurikens, explosive (force) tags and kunai. A quick-loader pouch containing fifteen northern wind and another containing smoke pellets also decorated him. Shoko also possessed a medical pack; ten military ration pills, one gem of jutsu reflection, another of troll stone and a healing gem. Not to mention one or two field cauterizers for good measure.
But one thing was real, it was the fact that he couldn't think straight in the leasy. He pondered on why he was suffering from the head-splitting migraine and deduced it might be because of the last training session, which had taken a considerable mental toll on him. Suddenly, Shoko heard footsteps nearby, followed by the rustling of foliage. Shoko's eyes widened with a frantic and wild look, all thoughts in his mind where screaming to him that he was in danger and he didn't know what else to listen to. His hands rushed forward before his brain could comprehend his own actions, his kunai zipped through the air and into the direction of the mysteriously obscured figure.
The boy was dressed in a well-tailored and expensive black and white cloak of protection. The boy had the red and gold sheath of a Kyuushi sword strapped to his side, various quick-loader and half-pouches lined his figure, with fifteen Bo shurikens, explosive (force) tags and kunai. A quick-loader pouch containing fifteen northern wind and another containing smoke pellets also decorated him. Shoko also possessed a medical pack; ten military ration pills, one gem of jutsu reflection, another of troll stone and a healing gem. Not to mention one or two field cauterizers for good measure.
But one thing was real, it was the fact that he couldn't think straight in the leasy. He pondered on why he was suffering from the head-splitting migraine and deduced it might be because of the last training session, which had taken a considerable mental toll on him. Suddenly, Shoko heard footsteps nearby, followed by the rustling of foliage. Shoko's eyes widened with a frantic and wild look, all thoughts in his mind where screaming to him that he was in danger and he didn't know what else to listen to. His hands rushed forward before his brain could comprehend his own actions, his kunai zipped through the air and into the direction of the mysteriously obscured figure.