Border Patrol. Making Kumogakure great again. (completed)
Jul 19, 2016 20:32:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 20:32:32 GMT -7
Shiki was tired of being stuck inside the city. This mission is exactly what he wanted. He was simply going to go for a stroll outside the city and look for any signs of trouble or disturbance. Shiki knew the village was still dealing with a lot of problems with bandits in the area. So Shiki decided it was best to keep his eyes out.
Shiki was excited. This was his first time leaving the city gates for a mission. He moved around his room hurriedly packing everything he thought he wanted for the mission into his backpack. Shiki grabbed all the important items he needed like a few apples for snacks as he walked about and a loaf of bread in case he was out their longer then he thought he needed to be. He had a two strapped water back pack to keep him hydrated as he walked about. More importantly If he needed to perform any water releases he could be prepared.
He took extra care to pack his gear today. Rather then his normal dress clothes Shiki was going to a wear a forested cloak. The cloak wasn't different in form of function with exception to its material. The weather was supposed be somewhat cold. It had snowed a few days ago and Shiki was not a fan of snow at all. Shiki put on a pair of fitted leather gloves that would help him deal with the cold. Shiki contemplated putting on a scarf but figured against it.
Shiki put on a pair of boots as his sandals would probably not be able to deal with the terrain very well. Shiki tied each of his boots and then tucked the boot ends into the boot so they wouldn't get caught. Wrapping his cloak around himself Shiki stepped into the cool morning air. Time for a walk!
Shiki walked out of his house on the high end of the cloud village. And began his trek toward the village gate. Shiki wasn’t expecting much out of his trip. His rubber soles of his boots gripped the dry cobbled stones of the path he was walking on. The smell of a new mornings mist made him smile as he got to the village gate. He showed his orders to the ninja guarding the gate and started his walk into the surrounding area. Shiki had a decent patrol plan in mind.
He would start at the village gate and start patrol in a zig zag pattern along the road that led around the village. All in all, he would be patrolling about 15 kilometers today. Shiki never really spent a lot of time outside the village. In fact, Shiki was very sheltered from life outside the village. Going out and seeing some of the surrounding lands and nature would help satisfy Shiki’s curiosity. What’s more, with genjutsu as a new focus learning as much as he can about the natural world would only make it easier for him to work on his jutsu. But that was further down the road. Not literally. But like the “road of time”.
After the guard reviewed his papers and handed them back he began his epic adventure around the village. The outlying area of the gate was cleared to allow clear vision along the walls of the village. But aside from that the sheer path down a mountain face gave Shiki a gorgeous view of the area below him. He could see the clouds gently kissing the mountains ridge. The newly risen sun rising on the horizon. The plains below a bright green vegetative habitat against the stone faces of the mountain.
The stone pathway leading along the mountains way was significantly more worn. The path was made of cobbled-stone and though it was even it seemed in a minor sense of disrepair. Shiki couldn’t blame someone for not caring for it. Having a city sit high on a mountain seemed rather difficult to maintain. Shiki began a walk around the mountain trails.
The mountains were beautiful in their own right. Shiki had always loved the view from his point in the city. His rooms window overlooked most of the village along with the other noble houses of the cloud. As Shiki continued walking along the road his boots kept coming into contact with small pebbles and dried mud from the recent rain.
Shiki walked as the cool mountain air brushed his cheeks. With the air carried new smells. Wet foliage, dirt and the scent of mountain flowers. Gone were all the smells of cooking foods, woodfires and the smell of the forges. Every single new smell can be something I use for genjutsu at some point. More importantly it might be something I use to notice genjutsu too.
Shiki walked down a pathway that was commonly used for trade. Remembering back to the report on bandits Shiki decided that he could lure any would be miscreants by simply walking down the road. Shiki followed a winding road into a valley in the mountain. There were signs of an old campfire. Looking at the wood in the center of the fire Shiki concluded it was a few days old. Shiki nudged the soot and charcoal in the fire with his right boot.
Shiki started back on the road. The road eventually started winding itself back up the mountain. As Shiki turned around a ledge he noticed there was old melting snow covering this area of the mountain’s valley.
Shiki continued his walk into the valley. The snow was melting and turning into a wet slush. Every step Shiki took was a bit of a struggled. Frowning Shiki put a bit of chakra into his steps to prevent himself from sinking into the slush. After about getting halfway through the valley Shiki realized that the trail he was on had been blocked by the slush.
Uncertain of where to go Shiki pulled out his map and began to examine the area of his patrol route. Looking at the sun and determine where the sun had risen he determined where east and thus his cardinal direction was. Shiki eventually eyed over a clearing that led to his trail that he needed to go to. He walked until the sun had reached noon. At this point snow off the trees was melting and falling to the floor in wet puddles.
Shiki stopped after hitting his 8th mile. His feet were wet and numb and frankly Shiki just didn’t care for it. He gathered several pieces of wet wood and foliage and found a snowless area near the trail. He sat down on a tree stump and began to stack the wood to make a small fire. It was far too wet for flint and steel to light these logs. Shiki couldn’t perform fire releases but he had the next best thing.
“Rakurai Shuryuu (Lightning Stream!)”
Shiki launched the lightning stream into the tree tops to gauge how much juice he needed to push into his stream to start a fire. The lightning crackled and broke down several branches and twigs. Shiki lowered the stream until it was manageable and no longer knocking back anything. He channeled his lightning into the wet wood. The water started to vibrate with electricity and started to smoke up. The smoke was thin, wispy and white. Finally, the logs started to come alight. The small wood fire came alive and crackled happily against the cold air.
Shiki took his wet socks off and dangled his toes over the fire to keep them warm. Shiki forgot to bring a second pair of socks. Making a small split with some branches. He put his wet socks on the branches and let them dry over the fire. Shiki looked at the grey smoke lift through the trees. If there were any bandits in the area they would come after the smoke. Shiki smiled when the thought crossed his mind.
Let them come.
A few minutes passed and Shiki felt the warmth return to his toes. He felt his socks and they were still wet. Shiki let off a sigh and took a moment to appreciate the view around him. Though wet and grey there was a beauty to the mountain forest. The way the water fell from the trees was almost mesmerizing.
Shiki reached into his travel pack and grabbed an apple. It's pale green skin was a welcome sight as Shiki's stomach needed something to settle it. Shiki took a bite into the apple enjoying the tartness as he started to chew. It was strange how conditioned Shiki was becoming to the woods.
Shiki’s mind began to wander to the days that had recently passed. An image of a bandit dead in a weapon shop. Eyes rolled backwards, sunken into his skull. The crackle of lightning as Shiki stopped the man’s heart. Shiki didn’t even know that man’s name. Shiki had taken his life. Looking down at his hands Shiki realized that being a ninja would mean a lot more death. The best thing he could do would be to make their suffering quick. To do this Shiki needed to learn to be as lethal as possible. He needed to up the voltage.
There was the audible noise of a branch breaking and Shiki’s hands jumped to the inside of his cloak. He sprang shoeless into the snow, rolled and covered in a snowbank. Shiki pulled eight senbon in his hands prepared to throw. His eyes intensely scanning the source of the noise. About 30 meters out was a deer. Just a deer.
Shiki looked down at his feet. He had cut one of his feet in the snow. He cursed under his breath and checked the cut. It wasn’t deep but it was large enough to need some sort of treatment. Pulling out a small bandage he wrapped his foot. He would need to make sure that didn’t get infected. Shiki felt his socks and found them warm and toasty. He put them on and felt the heavenly hug of toasty socks on his feet.
With a renewed sense of vigor Shiki took one final look around his scenery. There was no signs of trouble in his sector. He opened his notebook and wrote down his SALT report.
Size: No enemy forces.
Activity: Old campfires nothing distinct to malcontents.
Location: North patrol route
Time: 0600-1400
Shiki then began to write down further notes and comments. Local wildlife seemed unperturbed by human presence. There were no signs of human interaction that seemed abnormal or suggested bandits.
He had reached the point where it was time to turn back. Shiki put out the fire with snow and began his walk back into the village. Today was uneventful. The way back had nothing interesting stand out. Shiki wandered past the two men guarding the gate. There was nothing urgent to report. He got his paper work signed by the guard and started his walk back to the Raikage’s tower.
Shiki was excited. This was his first time leaving the city gates for a mission. He moved around his room hurriedly packing everything he thought he wanted for the mission into his backpack. Shiki grabbed all the important items he needed like a few apples for snacks as he walked about and a loaf of bread in case he was out their longer then he thought he needed to be. He had a two strapped water back pack to keep him hydrated as he walked about. More importantly If he needed to perform any water releases he could be prepared.
He took extra care to pack his gear today. Rather then his normal dress clothes Shiki was going to a wear a forested cloak. The cloak wasn't different in form of function with exception to its material. The weather was supposed be somewhat cold. It had snowed a few days ago and Shiki was not a fan of snow at all. Shiki put on a pair of fitted leather gloves that would help him deal with the cold. Shiki contemplated putting on a scarf but figured against it.
Shiki put on a pair of boots as his sandals would probably not be able to deal with the terrain very well. Shiki tied each of his boots and then tucked the boot ends into the boot so they wouldn't get caught. Wrapping his cloak around himself Shiki stepped into the cool morning air. Time for a walk!
Shiki walked out of his house on the high end of the cloud village. And began his trek toward the village gate. Shiki wasn’t expecting much out of his trip. His rubber soles of his boots gripped the dry cobbled stones of the path he was walking on. The smell of a new mornings mist made him smile as he got to the village gate. He showed his orders to the ninja guarding the gate and started his walk into the surrounding area. Shiki had a decent patrol plan in mind.
He would start at the village gate and start patrol in a zig zag pattern along the road that led around the village. All in all, he would be patrolling about 15 kilometers today. Shiki never really spent a lot of time outside the village. In fact, Shiki was very sheltered from life outside the village. Going out and seeing some of the surrounding lands and nature would help satisfy Shiki’s curiosity. What’s more, with genjutsu as a new focus learning as much as he can about the natural world would only make it easier for him to work on his jutsu. But that was further down the road. Not literally. But like the “road of time”.
After the guard reviewed his papers and handed them back he began his epic adventure around the village. The outlying area of the gate was cleared to allow clear vision along the walls of the village. But aside from that the sheer path down a mountain face gave Shiki a gorgeous view of the area below him. He could see the clouds gently kissing the mountains ridge. The newly risen sun rising on the horizon. The plains below a bright green vegetative habitat against the stone faces of the mountain.
The stone pathway leading along the mountains way was significantly more worn. The path was made of cobbled-stone and though it was even it seemed in a minor sense of disrepair. Shiki couldn’t blame someone for not caring for it. Having a city sit high on a mountain seemed rather difficult to maintain. Shiki began a walk around the mountain trails.
The mountains were beautiful in their own right. Shiki had always loved the view from his point in the city. His rooms window overlooked most of the village along with the other noble houses of the cloud. As Shiki continued walking along the road his boots kept coming into contact with small pebbles and dried mud from the recent rain.
Shiki walked as the cool mountain air brushed his cheeks. With the air carried new smells. Wet foliage, dirt and the scent of mountain flowers. Gone were all the smells of cooking foods, woodfires and the smell of the forges. Every single new smell can be something I use for genjutsu at some point. More importantly it might be something I use to notice genjutsu too.
Shiki walked down a pathway that was commonly used for trade. Remembering back to the report on bandits Shiki decided that he could lure any would be miscreants by simply walking down the road. Shiki followed a winding road into a valley in the mountain. There were signs of an old campfire. Looking at the wood in the center of the fire Shiki concluded it was a few days old. Shiki nudged the soot and charcoal in the fire with his right boot.
Shiki started back on the road. The road eventually started winding itself back up the mountain. As Shiki turned around a ledge he noticed there was old melting snow covering this area of the mountain’s valley.
Shiki continued his walk into the valley. The snow was melting and turning into a wet slush. Every step Shiki took was a bit of a struggled. Frowning Shiki put a bit of chakra into his steps to prevent himself from sinking into the slush. After about getting halfway through the valley Shiki realized that the trail he was on had been blocked by the slush.
Uncertain of where to go Shiki pulled out his map and began to examine the area of his patrol route. Looking at the sun and determine where the sun had risen he determined where east and thus his cardinal direction was. Shiki eventually eyed over a clearing that led to his trail that he needed to go to. He walked until the sun had reached noon. At this point snow off the trees was melting and falling to the floor in wet puddles.
Shiki stopped after hitting his 8th mile. His feet were wet and numb and frankly Shiki just didn’t care for it. He gathered several pieces of wet wood and foliage and found a snowless area near the trail. He sat down on a tree stump and began to stack the wood to make a small fire. It was far too wet for flint and steel to light these logs. Shiki couldn’t perform fire releases but he had the next best thing.
“Rakurai Shuryuu (Lightning Stream!)”
Shiki launched the lightning stream into the tree tops to gauge how much juice he needed to push into his stream to start a fire. The lightning crackled and broke down several branches and twigs. Shiki lowered the stream until it was manageable and no longer knocking back anything. He channeled his lightning into the wet wood. The water started to vibrate with electricity and started to smoke up. The smoke was thin, wispy and white. Finally, the logs started to come alight. The small wood fire came alive and crackled happily against the cold air.
Shiki took his wet socks off and dangled his toes over the fire to keep them warm. Shiki forgot to bring a second pair of socks. Making a small split with some branches. He put his wet socks on the branches and let them dry over the fire. Shiki looked at the grey smoke lift through the trees. If there were any bandits in the area they would come after the smoke. Shiki smiled when the thought crossed his mind.
Let them come.
A few minutes passed and Shiki felt the warmth return to his toes. He felt his socks and they were still wet. Shiki let off a sigh and took a moment to appreciate the view around him. Though wet and grey there was a beauty to the mountain forest. The way the water fell from the trees was almost mesmerizing.
Shiki reached into his travel pack and grabbed an apple. It's pale green skin was a welcome sight as Shiki's stomach needed something to settle it. Shiki took a bite into the apple enjoying the tartness as he started to chew. It was strange how conditioned Shiki was becoming to the woods.
Shiki’s mind began to wander to the days that had recently passed. An image of a bandit dead in a weapon shop. Eyes rolled backwards, sunken into his skull. The crackle of lightning as Shiki stopped the man’s heart. Shiki didn’t even know that man’s name. Shiki had taken his life. Looking down at his hands Shiki realized that being a ninja would mean a lot more death. The best thing he could do would be to make their suffering quick. To do this Shiki needed to learn to be as lethal as possible. He needed to up the voltage.
There was the audible noise of a branch breaking and Shiki’s hands jumped to the inside of his cloak. He sprang shoeless into the snow, rolled and covered in a snowbank. Shiki pulled eight senbon in his hands prepared to throw. His eyes intensely scanning the source of the noise. About 30 meters out was a deer. Just a deer.
Shiki looked down at his feet. He had cut one of his feet in the snow. He cursed under his breath and checked the cut. It wasn’t deep but it was large enough to need some sort of treatment. Pulling out a small bandage he wrapped his foot. He would need to make sure that didn’t get infected. Shiki felt his socks and found them warm and toasty. He put them on and felt the heavenly hug of toasty socks on his feet.
With a renewed sense of vigor Shiki took one final look around his scenery. There was no signs of trouble in his sector. He opened his notebook and wrote down his SALT report.
Size: No enemy forces.
Activity: Old campfires nothing distinct to malcontents.
Location: North patrol route
Time: 0600-1400
Shiki then began to write down further notes and comments. Local wildlife seemed unperturbed by human presence. There were no signs of human interaction that seemed abnormal or suggested bandits.
He had reached the point where it was time to turn back. Shiki put out the fire with snow and began his walk back into the village. Today was uneventful. The way back had nothing interesting stand out. Shiki wandered past the two men guarding the gate. There was nothing urgent to report. He got his paper work signed by the guard and started his walk back to the Raikage’s tower.