Sharkman ~Travel~

["The Titan" Bartholomeus]

From the beach, Ishi stepped into the ocean. As it got waist deep he dove in an began to swim. His mighty body stroking the ocean forcefully. He was propelled forward as the water rushed around his ears. The mainland was a grey mass hanging from the horizon. But as he cruised through the ocean, the mainland grew details and a definite shape.

And far off mountains sprouted the horizon. Thunder country was just ahead. It was the northern range of mountains that was home to the Cloud Ninja. Thunder and the many other smaller villages boraybe it was a temporary home for him as he was away from Whirlpool Country for now.

[Solus]

~Moving

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Ishi stepped onto the shore from the shallow water. A scene reminescent of his years of treachery. Many beach parties were ruined in this fashion. He landed in a isolated beach surrounded by dense forest and a grand horizon of mountains. He lumbered into the forest pushing aside saplings and stepping over rocky outcroppings.

He found a path flanked by the craggy rock dug out my locals for travel or whatever. The summer sun beat down on the shark man. He wondered where everyone was enjoying the outdoors and the scenery of their own country. He remembered his summers. Everyone could find Ishi ankle deep in water fishing into the ocean most of the day. No one would help him fish but would come running to the fire and smell of smoked fish at night.

Ishi never recalled any thanks or friendship from the others. BUt that was the life of a fishing village fishers fished and people who wouldn't fish got food. There was no charity in his efforts but that was behind him. HIs former caring self was cast into a dark ocean and returned as another being.

As he contemplated his life he had reached the north sea. This sea connected five countries together with a freshwater source of travel and food. Ishi jumped in and swan west.

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Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun...

A few months of respite lay behind Ishi. And a much larger, less dilapidated, home. A while ago it was the pristine home of a lesser lord, his lady, two girls one boy, faithful nanny and butler. The father, a prideful former general, met Ishi for combat before his home. His family and help watched as he fell and Ishi's eyes set upon the manse.

The nanny and children fled, leaving the butler and mother in defense of the manse. Ishi let them go, growling to himself, 'They'll bring some playmates, surely.' He'd expected a defense from the widow and faithful butler, but, found them huddled in the master bedroom disrobed and in the act. His shadow stretched over them before he made the bedroom, attic and foyer a single, flat as a pancake, mass of wood, plaster, flesh and blood.

Days passed, he partook of their pantries. The master's armchair, a plush ocher piece, pulled up before a sideways dining table he broke his fast he lunched and he dined. With emptied pantries, Ishi hunted, feasting on the fauna cooked in a bonfire set in their former solar. It may have gotten out of control, as fire does so often.

Putting it out, an effortless task, interrupted by a raid. Warriors surrounded the manse or what was left of it. But from it would rise, a mighty water dragon, thrashing and spilling a major wave over the plot. Clones of it's master birth of water began their counterattack. The last, a squire himself, was invited inside. All, except his throne, were scattered about.

"Tell my tale. Spread my horror. Your life of fealty is no more. You are my herald. spread my message: All lands who border water are threatened by despair, birthed of their lively seas."

Ishi smashed his throne and manse, leaving the lad to contemplate his life, tune, and key of Ishi's Menace.

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"Ever heard of the Mountain of Blessing?"

Ishi slouched over his noodle meal. He sighed, hoping the odd person would feel his disinterest.

"It's a enchanted place which blesses either Nodra or Cinnoe two cities in Sound Country."

Ishi slurped his meal not acknowledging the geography lesson.

"Once a decade, they compete for its blessing. Queen Pearl and Lord Lemur take on warriors to complete a trial to curry favor for the Mountain. Queen Pearl offers a large sum for her warriors but Lord Lemur is down to earth and offers rare herbs which grow on his half of the Mountain."

Ishi patted his pockets, empty, as always. He knew the way out of this. He placed his hands flat on the table and pushed off, toppling his chair and dove into a thicket.

Money he needed it and Queen pearl was handing it out like candy. All for some superstition. Ishi smelled the ocean and headed toward it. As a predator, everything was free. Just had to chase it. Ishi rarely strayed from the ocean; his home, Whirlpool Country was an island. He had home just a whiff away. Except for the North Sea. It was rank. Not a stink, but, a unfamiliar smell about it. Like favoring apples and stumbling upon an orange grove.

Ishi reached it and dove in, despite his grievances. It was a tourist trip. You bared it until you returned home. He traced the shoreline past Claw to Sound Country. He'd seek his fortune there.

[Kyogi]

Moving

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Something greater than sight guided Ishi underwater, where human sight was greatly limited, despite, sunlight from above. He could feel other beings in the water. Boats , fish and swimmers, but, he was on his way to a greater cause: Cash.

Ishi emerged from the surf, his shirt and shorts sodden with water. They were rags with constant soaking and drying in saltwater. He wondered how the same set survived. Maybe, a opponent would gladly surrender their clothing. His frame presented a challenge. Not too many large men in his travels. He sighed, brushing seaweed from his shoulders, Ishi could re-weave his sandals, so no need for replacements.

He headed for Nodra and the Mountain of Blessing.

[exit]

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Ishi had sampled a few ninja. Those two,Godric of Iwagakure and Riza[or whatever her name was] of Otogakure. He wondered of the ninja of these parts and had gotten more than he could chew. Each were above and beyond Ishi in talent and abilty. He pondered it as he trained. Ishi had funding now and had to protect it. His swimming was on par with most sea creatures. The land hampered him. He sought to master is as the sea.

Until he had an idea he surrounded himnself with his brothers of Buredono Kenseijin. He took on a grand task of mastering two techniques while he pondered his next move cuz it wasn't staying here.

Meanwhile, Ishi ferried strangers across the North Sea. From one bay to another in a *cough* borrowed vessel. The first trips were a test of nerves as his passenegrs wailed and pleaded at him.

They noticed an odd mannerism of their Captain; He reached above his head when his temper got the best of him. Ishi wanted his swords. But he hid them and wouldnt threaten anyone under his care.

He studied the visas of his passnegers, seeing the intricacies of seals and the swirly writing adorning each piece of paperwork. He had a variety of samples as he 'stored' them for a nominal fee during his trips.

In time he piloted a larger ship and taken on a crew. Tey were an entitled bunch unlike the usual washouts who find themselves working a ship. THEY WANTED PAY AND BREAKS AND BENEFITS! For a time, he thought of splitting his take. The mere thought sent him into a lathering rage. He puffed his chest, shouted, and swore on the hopeless souls aboard HIS vessel.

Ishi felt marginalized, as if, his life wasn't about working but it was about enjoying it someone else's expense and grievances. Ishi's reborn.

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After a long day on the sea, Ishi settled in his boat's cabin. His underlings left it spotless, after a seagoing party stretched into the morning. Assured he was alone he loosened a panel. His mild fortune lay within. Ishi put it into a pocket on his person and left the bay.

-exit

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-enter

Ish relaxed in a private cabin in his boat. A gentle current lifted him and his vessel like a babe in it's mother arms. It calmed him. His purchases lay in a new purchase a mssenger bag. One item there intrigued him; the BINGO Book. Within lay fugitives of the Ninja World. Ishilicked his lips at the potential. He thmbed open the first page... then the next... then another.

He continued to browse. "Nope..nope.nope..nope...nope...ah, nope." Ishi sighed. "These are all kids who need afterschool detention at best. And these listings, ugh!" He dropped it with utmost disinterest back into his bag. He remembered hunting sea beasts with the old sharks. They'd have a blast! Ishi had grown since then, maybe, he could take down one on his own.

Ishi leapt from his bed and left his boat. An open sea lay before him surely he could scare up something.

-exit