Markets (Open)
Nov 24, 2007 17:47:08 GMT -7
Post by Masakuni on Nov 24, 2007 17:47:08 GMT -7
Shiro stalked through the markets of the Sea Capital, his malicious presence detering others from him. These clothes of a Yuki Nin were not his anymore. He needed something new to complete the image of Shiro, and forever discard Masakuni, who was nothing but a word unwanted in his mouth now. Seeing a Shinobi Clothing store, he ducked into it.
A few minutes later, Shiro emerged, changed. He wore a pair of black cargo pants, with a kunai holster strapped to the left shin. A blood red, long sleeved undershirt covered his chest. Over that, he wore a black, zip-up hoodie, with his his wakazashi strapped firmly to his hip. A black shinobi mask covered his face up over the nose. His silver eyes glinted maliciously, relfecting the sun. Fingerless black gloves and a pair of black ninja completed the image. Shiro was ready now.
Master Uchiha was nearby, he sensed. It was time to train, it seemed. He had no worries. His two new skills were impeccable, his chakra restored from his long rest. The new day had dawned, and Shiro was ready for the newest training. He set off in the direction of his master's chakra.
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A few minutes later, Shiro emerged, changed. He wore a pair of black cargo pants, with a kunai holster strapped to the left shin. A blood red, long sleeved undershirt covered his chest. Over that, he wore a black, zip-up hoodie, with his his wakazashi strapped firmly to his hip. A black shinobi mask covered his face up over the nose. His silver eyes glinted maliciously, relfecting the sun. Fingerless black gloves and a pair of black ninja completed the image. Shiro was ready now.
Master Uchiha was nearby, he sensed. It was time to train, it seemed. He had no worries. His two new skills were impeccable, his chakra restored from his long rest. The new day had dawned, and Shiro was ready for the newest training. He set off in the direction of his master's chakra.
[exit thread]
