The Oasis(Training)
May 12, 2018 4:31:53 GMT -7
Post by Master Game on May 12, 2018 4:31:53 GMT -7
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Shoko was strolling through the village, rather arbitrarily in fact. In wasn't uncommon for the boy to seek a bit of adventure once in a while considering he didn't have much to do in the village if he wasn't going on a mission. So here he was, simply ambling along as he greeted a few familiar faces he passed by in the streets. As a new shinobi to the village and technically a defector of a previous village, Shoko knew that virtually no one trusted him. Yet at the same time, the people of sunagakure(Both citizens and shinobi alike) would show no outright hostility towards him, and preferred to watch the potential chuunin from the shadows with a bit of curiosity.
A splash of sapphire in his vision alerted him to a nearby oasis in the village. His small experiences had shown that small lakes and freshwater ponds, contrary to the popular belief, were actually quite abundant in some parts of the Land of Wind. Perhaps this was due to ever-rising population of mercenaries who possessed an affinity for water style, selling their services to the needy. As the boy neared the body of water, looking to catch some rest underneath one of the few palm trees around it, he would notice a few peculiar things about oasis.
He was now just a few metres away and could easily notice that around the borders of the oasis were... wooden bleachers. And two wooden poles broke two metres over the water-level, seemingly having been planted there by methods unknown to Shoko. A voice suddenly rang out and shifted his focus.
"Oi, yeah you. The name's Mackerel. You must've been drawn to the grandeur of my centre, and perhaps seeking my services. You are, aren't you? Alright, congratulations for being me first client since this place opened three days ago. I promise you, you'll be a master in no time!"
Shoko raised an eyebrow, literally befuddled by what he was hearing.
"Um, I was just passing by." The boy said, taking a step back. "I honestly don't know what this place is."
"Whot? Listen lad, dis 'ere place is a training centre. For what you ask? Well for suiton of course. Over the years, I've mastered what you call water-style during my time as a privateer. I recently built this training centre to show young 'uns like you how it's done. Shinobi, citizens, I extend my services to all... for a small fee of course. But Bah, think of that as a donation. What really matters to me is that you achieve whatever it is you're looking to achieve as a practitioner of water-style. Yes yes, all you need is a little chakra control and suiton can be used for virtually anything!"
Mackerel cleared his throat, looking to seal the deal with his sale's pitch.
"So whaddya say, six-armed fellow? Would you be interested in not only improving your skills as a shinobi and expanding your horizons, but manipulating water itself?"
Shoko was strolling through the village, rather arbitrarily in fact. In wasn't uncommon for the boy to seek a bit of adventure once in a while considering he didn't have much to do in the village if he wasn't going on a mission. So here he was, simply ambling along as he greeted a few familiar faces he passed by in the streets. As a new shinobi to the village and technically a defector of a previous village, Shoko knew that virtually no one trusted him. Yet at the same time, the people of sunagakure(Both citizens and shinobi alike) would show no outright hostility towards him, and preferred to watch the potential chuunin from the shadows with a bit of curiosity.
A splash of sapphire in his vision alerted him to a nearby oasis in the village. His small experiences had shown that small lakes and freshwater ponds, contrary to the popular belief, were actually quite abundant in some parts of the Land of Wind. Perhaps this was due to ever-rising population of mercenaries who possessed an affinity for water style, selling their services to the needy. As the boy neared the body of water, looking to catch some rest underneath one of the few palm trees around it, he would notice a few peculiar things about oasis.
He was now just a few metres away and could easily notice that around the borders of the oasis were... wooden bleachers. And two wooden poles broke two metres over the water-level, seemingly having been planted there by methods unknown to Shoko. A voice suddenly rang out and shifted his focus.
"Oi, yeah you. The name's Mackerel. You must've been drawn to the grandeur of my centre, and perhaps seeking my services. You are, aren't you? Alright, congratulations for being me first client since this place opened three days ago. I promise you, you'll be a master in no time!"
Shoko raised an eyebrow, literally befuddled by what he was hearing.
"Um, I was just passing by." The boy said, taking a step back. "I honestly don't know what this place is."
"Whot? Listen lad, dis 'ere place is a training centre. For what you ask? Well for suiton of course. Over the years, I've mastered what you call water-style during my time as a privateer. I recently built this training centre to show young 'uns like you how it's done. Shinobi, citizens, I extend my services to all... for a small fee of course. But Bah, think of that as a donation. What really matters to me is that you achieve whatever it is you're looking to achieve as a practitioner of water-style. Yes yes, all you need is a little chakra control and suiton can be used for virtually anything!"
Mackerel cleared his throat, looking to seal the deal with his sale's pitch.
"So whaddya say, six-armed fellow? Would you be interested in not only improving your skills as a shinobi and expanding your horizons, but manipulating water itself?"