Seeking Work

[Satu Akira]

IIC: 1 DAY

”Not what I had in mind!”

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It was mid afternoon, the sun in highest point in the sky. Azrael’s back seemed to slump as he’d make his way into the capital city, he wore the black cloak with red seams that hid anything above his eyes, as well as his sword, martial arts uniform and backpack. Even though this place is not what I anticipated, it’ll do. I can adapt. he thought to himself as he’d notice that everyone wore a light colored cloak, to cover themselves of flowing sand, seeing that they were light colored he’d slump lower. That’s what I get for trying to look cool… he thought to himself still standing in the gateway of the capital. He wore nothing to trace him back to being a shinobi and not being able to mold chakra he might as well not be. The streets held around thirty people in sight, walking with their destination in mind.

Taking a deep breath Azrael exhaled with his eyes closed “You can do this Kazuki” he said in an attempt to encourage himself, he was always cautious in new surroundings and the heat only added more salt to the wound. A distinct feeling could be felt upon Azrael’s back, almost as if it was on fire, patting himself he’d feel it wasn’t an actual fire, though the heat blasting his black cloak, walking forward along the sandy streets he’d look for a good place to take a break, glancing around he identified a small local bar known as ‘Taro’s Bar & Grill’ with its slogan ‘One drink, that’s all you need to forget to think.’ Shrugging his shoulders he’d turn to face it making his way inside. Standing in the door way he’d glance into the small bar, looking left and right momentarily he realized the amount of people in the day time was low, turning his head towards the bartender he’d say “One shot of sake please…” he said as the bartender would reach under the counter for the bottle.

Azrael would find a seat at a counter stool as he’d have the bartender would place the small shot upon the table. Azrael glancing down at it staring for a moment as he’d think about what he’d planned to do next. “Hey, it’s just a shot, you aren’t gonna’ get drunk off that, unless you’re a light weight.” the bartender said in a cocky tone cleaning out another cup. Azrael broke from his trance as he’d lower the hood of his cloak from his head. “Oh… I just have a lot on my mind” said Azrael as he’d take a sip of the bland sake, holding back his distaste for it as he’d maintain a normal expression. The bartender glanced up at Azrael’s face as he’d ask “I don’t mean to be rude, though what happened to your face?” the bartender asked as Azrael would look up and star beginning to open his mouth to respond.

Though as he did so, a faint noise could be heard “Ey, bartender, refill!” the man said in a drunken tone as the bartender would yell across the room “Nah Iro! Not until your sober and can pay your tab!” the bartender said looking over at the drunken man as Azrael continued to think for a moment “Ah you know I’m good for it!” said Iro as Azrael would glance at him out of curiosity, as he did Iro glanced at him in the same moment. “Ey what the hell you looking at, you queer?!” the drunken man said as Azrael turned his head back towards the bartender not wanting a conflict “Ey…Ey…” Iro said standing up and stumbling towards Azrael “I’m talking to you queer!” the man said grabbing Azrael’s right shoulder.

Azrael took this hostility calmly as he’d simply say “Leave me be…” the bartender would agree “Yeah Iro… Sit your ass down… I don’t have fights in my bar!” the bartender yelled as Iro would chuckle”Aw be quiet you old fart! Now, listen queer, look at me!” the man said as Azrael would look at him with an angry face. “That’s more like it… So what were you staring at, que-” the man’s words were cut off from the punch of Azrael’s right arm into the man’s abdomen as he’d fall to the ground grasping for air, the bartender leaned over the counter to see the end result as he’d look up at Azrael and say “Sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I do not allow fighting in my bar, do not worry about paying for the drink, think of it as payment for knocking a little sense into that boy” the bartender said shaking Azrael’s hand as he’d exit the bar to look at the local map.

As he’d approach the map he’d wipe his face of sweat as he’d think to himself Geez… I do not need a lighter, the sun will light my cigarettes for me. he chuckled as he’d glance at the map for the village department for the shinobi of the sand village. While the capital was an ideal place to hide, it wasn’t an informative to the outside world. Azrael wanted to keep a closer eye on activities of shinobi on all sides, so he could still watch over Waterfall. After locating the department he’d make his way towards it. It was only a short distance away, thirty feet to be exact, as he approached the square shaped building he’d make his way inside, looking inside the room he’d look for the first sand shinobi in the room “Hello, may I speak with you for a moment?” he asked in a polite tone.



((Heero I left the room description as well as the shinobi details up to you.))

[N I R A S H I]

"Where is this..."

Nirashi stated his sentence incomplete as he looked around the room, constructed with marble walls and a marble floor. The building was simply constructed, though definitely more modern that some of the homes and buildings in the Village of Sand. The Capital is oh so nice, but I have been looking for some ninja, I am pretty sure I will know the person by sight. I really should have did the mission before this errand. Sheesh. The annoyed ninja thought as he continued to look around to locate a man in the Capital.

Nirashi beared all of his ninja gear, so it was pretty obvious that he was a ninja. What normal person would roam around the village with a heavy gourd of sand situated upon their backs? He was dessed normally, but his Chuunin Vest, would add a more military or shinobi like view, not to mention the holster and hip pouch which indeed looked quite filled. To top it all off, the key and number one thing that would 'give him away' would be the Sunagakure Headband strapped upon his hip.

“Hello, may I speak with you for a moment?”

Nirashi turned as he heard the voice speak and would look towards the person who called out. He looks ninja like and is that a headband? I have never seen him around Sunagakure, so this surely has to be him. If not, the search will rage on. "Yes. Do you need assistance sir?" Nirashi responded.

[Kareza (Kai)]

{Enter}

Nirashi would tell Kisuke to follow him and that was what he was going to do. He'd follow him just looking around the place. "This place is kinda nice." After a while the two ninja would reach a place Kisuke would stop following him and just wait outside. It's probably nothing that I need to know of... He would start checking his crossbow as the man went in 'guns ablazing'. When he hears something thats when Kisuke would go in.

[Satu Akira]

”They seem polite…”

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Azrael would pause for a moment indentifying the shinobi before him; the shinobi seemed a little younger than him, though slightly taller, with light brown skin and grey hair, dark brown eyes, with distinguishable clothing. The most distinguishing feature was the gourd and lance this sand shinobi wore, Azrael would glance at his hip seeing the gleaming insignia of the Sand village. With his hood still covering his eyes he’d raise his arms as he’d lower his hood with a low leveled smile (Meaning a poor one). His dark brown hair seemed a little jelled in every over direction, almost wet like, as the bandage still covered his hole left upper side of his face, while his right eye was perfectly normal. His skin completion was similar to the sand shinobi before him, though the cloak that covered him revealed nothing more. “Yes. Do you need assistance sir?” asked the Sand shinobi as Azrael would pause for a moment, the boy reminded him of someone.

Standing there for a moment another person would enter the room, stepping to the right he’d make room for the new arrival of the person, not wanting to crowd the doorway. “Um… Hello, I’m pretty new to the area. My name is Kazuki, I’m a traveler in search of martial arts styles… I want to study them and someday hopefully open up my own dojo. I was curious as to if you could possibly point me in the direction of the Sand village?” said Azrael with a slightly shy smile, he knew the bandage made him look odd, though his wounds were still sore. He’d rub the back of his neck with his left hand as he’d grab and loosen on the muscles, it was a new habit for him, though not one he considered bad, this movement revealed part of his martial arts clothing, showing nothing that would appear as part of a village. Hmm? What does he want? he asked himself noticing the person from outside seemingly was standing too close, almost as if he was in the conversation.

As the sand shinobi would respond Azrael would turn to the other person with a smile “Is this your friend?” he asked with extending his right arm as he’d continue to rub his neck out stretching his arm for a handshake “Hello, I am Kazuki… Nice to meet you” Azrael said as the man responded "Ugh... I was just wondering if you had any loose change." he said giving and odd he’d lower his arm after the shaking his head turning to the sand shinobi to respond still rubbing his neck. His attempted handshake would reveal his martial arts clothing even further along with his sash. The martial arts uniform was a light brown texture shirt and pants with a black over shirt, with his golden sash and black shoes. "Bleh that was a little embarassing." he chuckled to himself.

[N I R A S H I]

Nirashi would look at the fellow with a straight face and would do his best to hold the face, but he couldn't help but burst out in laughter. The laughter wasn't loud and was short-lived. Nirashi would gather his composure and place his serious face back on. Let me think about how I would like to handle this situation. I have no clue about who this fellow is and he seems to be a Missing-Nin as well, but he claims to be on search for Martial Art Styles with an ambition of opening a dojo. Sounds sincere enough, but can I trust the intergrity of Kazuki.

"Nice to meet you Kazuki. My name is Nirashi and you indeed have some nice dreams and ambitions. Unfortunately, I have to deny your quest for the Village of Sand. You are not a villager, so it isn't permissable for your entrance." The young shinobi stated informing the ninja Kazuki that he could not enter the village unfortunately. Nirashi knew and understood the laws of the Village of Sand and one entailed prohibiting outsiders into the village.

Nirashi's eyes drifted over to look and watch the young boy Kisuke, apparently he was smart enough to see that his entrance into this situation and conversation wasn't too smart. Definitely a great skill and something Nirashi would observe and take into mind. They boy had common sense for one, but did he possess all the other makings of a ninja.

[Kareza (Kai)]

Hey, I'm outside. I'll be waiting outside so you two post for now.

[Satu Akira]

((You have no grounds of believing I am a missing shinobi.))

"Is that a fact."

The sand shinobi looked Azrael directly in the face, with the look hope upon Azrael’s face. The man began to burst out into laughter as Azrael’s fist balled for a moment though in a split second was released, he maintained a confused face as he’d think to himself. Funny? What is so funny? he asked himself as he’d stare with a blank expression. “Nice to meet you Kazuki. My name is Nirashi and you indeed have some nice dreams and ambitions. Unfortunately, I have to deny your quest for the Village of Sand. You are not a villager, so it isn't permissable for your entrance.” said the shinobi as Azrael stood seemingly struck in the heart by the man’s words. “Buh… Isn’t there a way?!” he asked in a disappointed tone. His smile disappeared as he’d lower his arms.

Azrael stood there for a moment in pure silence, he truly did want to open his own dojo someday, that much was certain. He stood a little stunned at the Sand shinobi’s response. His eyes narrowed slightly as if he were disappointed, thinking for a moment as his eyes shifted downward there’d be a short silence. Looking up quickly into the Sand shinobi’s eyes he’d say calmly “ Surely that is not the case. I know that this country is filled with barren lands and desert, surely you allow travelers, merchants, and other individuals into the village.” he said pausing for a moment. Something isn’t right… he said to himself getting a bad feeling as he stood there with of his hands at his side.

((Sorry, short post…))

[N I R A S H I]

Nirashi shook his head as the man continued asking about entrance into the village. Nirashi knew where this was going and how it would it and it all leaded to Kazuki not being granted permission, but maybe there was indeed a slight way to get the fellow into the village, but it would be quite a shot for the moon. This man is quite persistant and doesn't want to accept no. Lets see what he is really about. The shinobi thought as he digested the words of Kazuki.

"Is there a way? No. Do we let wandering travelers or merchants in? No." He boldly and simply put, all of Kazuki's questions answered with simple 'No's. He wasn't lieing either, just stating the truth and following the law of his land. His eyes would lock with Kazuki, their eye contact strong and striking. Nirashi crossed his arms as his eyes would stare in Kazuki, in his attempt to break into the depths and thoughts of the fellow.

"I have some questions. What is your business with Sunagakure? If I do indeed grant you permission to enter what will you do inside the village?" The shinobi responded with some poses questions of his own.

[Satu Akira]

((Hehe...))

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Azrael stood silent for a moment his eyes shifted towards the ground once more, not in disappointed matter, though a thinking one, as the man shook his head. He had to ask questions, because he knew if hadn't he'd never discover anything. "Is there a way? No. Do we let wandering travelers or merchants in? No." said the sand shinobi as Azrael took one step backwards looking him in the eyes it was a look of disappointed as he grew introverted with his thoughts. No... This... This is wrong... he said to himself as he'd grow delirious, the sight of his comrade, Remei was seen as the sand shinobi's face. He'd open his mouth as he'd reach into his pocket quickly withdrawing a napkin as he'd cup his hand over his mouth.

With a sudden bang the sound of a rough cough emerged as once white tissue turned into a moist red appearance, showing that Azrael was coughing up blood. It happened every so often, though this was one of those bad occasion. "Do not worry I'll be alright" he said folding the napkin in a relieved tone as he'd place it in his pocket, the tissue was to be used twice and wasn't fully moist, therefore seen as reusable. A brief silence would occur as the sand shinobi continued after crossing his arms "I have some questions. What is your business with Sunagakure? If I do indeed grant you permission to enter what will you do inside the village?" said the sand shinobi as Azrael paused for a moment giving the look that you give when you've told someone something before.

"I wish to study and perfect my martial arts. Listen... I understand why you're asking me questions but..." he said looking the sand shinobi in the eyes "Though aren't you contradicting yourself? If there is one thing I know about shinobi and hidden villages... It is you require merchants and traders to survive... Especially out here. Please. If I could, may I meet with your leader... I apologize I do not know the default term for such a figure." he said. Why is he so persistant? I mean... I'm a commoner, or so he believes. Surely this village doesn't close its confines to traders, there's no way for them to survive. he said to himself as he'd place his right hand on his neck again rubbing it calmly as he'd await the shinobi's response.

[N I R A S H I]

Blood? Is he about to die or is that an act and cry for some mercy and sympathy on my part. Rules are still in place, so. Nirashi listened to the man's plea for entrance in the Village of Sand and understood, indeed Villages did need merchants and traders in a sense, but those needs all depends on the economical success and failures on the shinobi village. Right? Nirashi was indeed getting somewhere, but he wasn't done with Kazuki yet.

"Sure there is some truth to our need of traders and merchants. But, the village does have ninja, like myself, anything we need as a village it is our duty to fetch it. Like a dog when someone throws a stick." He said in response to Kazuki's words about merchants and traders being needed. This was Nirashi's second time on a mission or errand of this kind, which involved talking instread of fighting, retrieving, or even killing.

"But, you say you want to better your martial arts? So, you are knowledgable of Taijutsu? Were you a ninja or are you a ninja, in any shape or form?" The shinobi asked, something very important to know at this time. Would the fellow lie? Or tell the truth. Many thoughts roamed the mind of Nirashi as he considered informing Heero of this arrival.

[Satu Akira]

"...Like... a dog?!"

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"Sure there is some truth to our need of traders and merchants. But, the village does have ninja, like myself, anything we need as a village it is our duty to fetch it. Like a dog when someone throws a stick." said the sand shinobi, sending a sharp shock throughout Azrael's spine. The words were almost enough to make him ill. Standing silent for a moment he kept his malice to himself. Is that true? No... A shinobi village... No any village would never use the skills of a shinobi for such basic and lowly task. he thought to himself in split moment as he'd say under his breath "I see... though... shinobi... Shinobi are supposed to protect the village, right? Unfortunatly I cannot bring myself to believe you'd bring yourself to do a meer merchants job, though... I won't accuse you of lying." as he'd lower his right arm once more glancing down at the person's feet for a moment.

"But, you say you want to better your martial arts? So, you are knowledgable of Taijutsu? Were you a ninja or are you a ninja, in any shape or form?" asked the sand shinobi as Azrael looked up quickly "Na-no... I mean, I know intermediate forms... I'm no where near the level of a Master of Taijutsu" he chuckled as he'd rub the back of his neck once more "So-Sorry, I find it a little funny you'd ask about being a ninja... just I cannot do that one thing... up.. like... make... no I mean, mold the chera or whatever it is called." he said with a smile as he'd narrow his eyes as a red-ness came over his face. I'm a little flattered you'd ask, do I look like a strong guy?" he said with a smile. Azrael as a Jounin had full control over his expressions and emotions, in which he blush, look sick, or display any level of emotion really. He'd continue to rub the back of his neck as his eyes returned to normal as he'd continue to smile awaiting the sand shinobi's response. Heh, knowing the shinobi's role is common knowledge, though chakra or molding it is a whole nother issue. he thought to himself.

[N I R A S H I]

"Protect. Defend. Fight. Travel. Search. Retrieve. We do all that and more anything and everything we are ordered and told to do by our leaders and the person giving out the missions." The ninja calmly stated as he talked to the man known as Kazuki. "So far, I believe we do it all, or at least try to the best of our abilities." Interesting, if he was indeed a ninja he would know and understand that missions can entail cleaning a house to killing a Kage. There might, indeed, be some validity to his story.

Nirashi continued to give the man his piercing stare his eye contact never faltering besides when his eyes close to blink. Besides that action Nirashi's eyes stayed locked upon those of the man. He can't mold chakra. So that eliminates Genjutsu and Ninjutsu from his arsenal. He still can be an awesome Taijutsu user, like Ryu or Tokisosuke. "You need no chakra to be a ninja. None at all. You surely don't look out of shape in my eyes, you have a shaped build, plus seeing you want to create a dojo I take it you are extremely strict and strong. Then you talk of becoming a master, surely, you are extremely skilled in the Taijutsu Arts. I'm pretty sure of." The young man said with a snicker.

"Your story is checking out a small bit in some areas however. I still have some questions, Kazuki. You say you are not a ninja, but want to enter a ninja village. You come as a merchant and have dreams of mastering Martial Arts. Where are you from first and after you visit our dojo, will you be leaving?" The shinobi was seemingly wrapping up his questions, having enough surface knowledge.

[Satu Akira]

"Oh... Thats right"

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"Protect. Defend. Fight. Travel. Search. Retrieve. We do all that and more anything and everything we are ordered and told to do by our leaders and the person giving out the missions." spoke the sand shinobi as Azrael snapped out of reality, his mind blank as he'd think back, all the way back to his days as Gennin. Thats right... I had... lowly task, though they never brought it as far as delivering food. There aren't enough shinobi in hidden villages to do everything, what about the citizens, they have work too. Is sand village's population really that... vast?! he asked himself as he'd snap back silently, "...Is that a fact..." he said in a low tone staring, sounding in a tone as if he'd never heard it before. He'd stand quietly staring at the sand shinobi his hands at his waist as he'd wait for the sand shinobi to continue on with his words.


"You need no chakra to be a ninja. None at all. You surely don't look out of shape in my eyes, you have a shaped build, plus seeing you want to create a dojo I take it you are extremely strict and strong. Then you talk of becoming a master, surely, you are extremely skilled in the Taijutsu Arts. I'm pretty sure of." said the sand shinobi "No chakra as a shinoib?! Thats like a horse who can't run!" as Azrael would sigh closing his eyes for two seconds before looking up at the sand shinobi speaking "No... I said I want to study martial arts and someday hopefully create a dojo... Even though I'm not very strong in Taijutsu, I know that shape of body only shows they take care of themselves." he said as he'd place his right arm on his neck once more rubbing it slowly.

""Your story is checking out a small bit in some areas however. I still have some questions, Kazuki. You say you are not a ninja, but want to enter a ninja village. You come as a merchant and have dreams of mastering Martial Arts. Where are you from first and after you visit our dojo, will you be leaving?"" asked Nirashi as Azrael would pause for a moment with a slight chuckle "If the rumors are true, I'm 100% sure that ninja village's aren't a 100% ninja, besides... I'll enter as a simple civilian, no harm no foul. A merchant? I mean... the only thing I'm good at is creating a sword or two... and lastly, studying martial arts takes time. So it depends on the time line in which 'will you be leaving is'... its a lot more than visiting a dojo." said Azrael as he'd rub his neck constantly. Heh, I think he's starting to get I mean the village no harm. Why does he keep bringing up me being a shinobi? I have nothing on me to give a hint of that, there are many warriors besides shinobi in the world he thought to himself thinking that Nirashi was a little ignorant to the outside world, the country was so vast, who could blame him.

[N I R A S H I]

"Alright."

The shinobi simply put as he nodded and ended his strong stare with Kazuki. Sure enough he didn't trush the fellow, but from his words and responses he seemed to have gathered enough information out of the man, more than enough. I will definitely talk to Heero about this character, but I do have a mission to go on with little Kisuke. I am proud of the guy, he did the right thing this time. Definitely has common sense, the mission will test his physical and ninja art compency.

Nirashi would turn his head towards the exit and then towards the man known as Kazuki. "You asked to speak to my leader and I amy be able to grant you such permission. I will inform the Kage of your presence in the Capital, he will probably come and give the final decision on whether you get in or not. For now, I have to run. Make yourself at home in the capital, get a hotel, check out the sites." Nirashi said as he made his way towards the exit.

"Kisuke lets go complete our mission. Follow me." Nirashi stated emerging from the building unharmed and calm.

[exit after Kisuke exits]

[Satu Akira]

((Go ahead and post Kisuke.))

[Kareza (Kai)]

(Oh my bad... I would have been on all day, but I just didn't feel like it.)

Kisuke would continue cleaning his crossbow and the bolts along with it. Almost everything seemed to be in check. All of his bolts were clean and looked brand new. He had to check out the crossbow carefully though. He started to clean it. The top looked new when he finished and he checked the bottom. Everything seemed normal but when he went to check out the string...it popped.

"Wha-What the hell! Damnit I am so screwed I'll need another string I wonder where I can look." Just as he stood up ready to run to a repair store, Nirashi came out and he said it was time to go. Kisuke kept quiet and he just placed the broken crossbow on his back. How the hell did it just pop? ...Ahh, I'll get it fixed later.I guess I'll just go with the guy. He walked off with Nirashi sure that he would only need jutsu.

[Exit]

[Satu Akira]

”Searching for the truth… Or is this truth… A False Hope?!"

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Azrael stood within the room silent as the shinobi exited the room, a short sigh of relief escaped him as he’d examine his feet for a moment “Maybe there is hope…” he said under his breath as he’d make his way out of the building seeing Nirashi and another fellow walking together off in the distance. Heh, he brought company… smart he thought to himself as he’d smirk for a moment glancing around the area, he was in the Capital city, he was sure there was a library somewhere there. Fixing his eyes towards the direction of the map he used to find the village department he’d begin a slow walk towards it.

As he’d walk towards it the heat began to catch up with him once more. Yeah… I’ll be getting a tan alright… My head will be a lot darker than my body… he sigh taking off his large cloak as he’d hold wrap it on his forearm. Approaching the map calmly he’d examine it closely with a lingering sigh he’d confirm. Damn… Its half way across the capital… I could get there quickly if I run, though I do not want to attract attention. he thought to himself as he’d sigh turning around and walking towards the direction of the capital library. As he’d make his way through the large capital he’d see that everyone was much more quiet than in waterfall, though it was a little relaxing.

As he’d continue to walk a lingering sound could be heard in an ally as he’d enter it a short spout of light could be seen at the end of a man being beaten with two feet, apparently two individuals “Old man… Old Man…. Stop your whining, pay up!” one of the entities said as they’d continue to foot stop him. “I-I can’t afford it! Besides I won’t some young punks scare me!” said the elderly man as they’d increase the beating. Azrael would sigh as he’d walk slowly and silently into the alley. With a short sigh he’d quickly leap forward using the shade to conceal himself knocking out the two men as the man grew silent looking around “Can you stand?” asked Azrael as the man looked around silently knowing that Azrael was close.

“Ye-Yes… Thank you…” the elderly man responded as Azrael would sigh shortly “While I am here, may I ask you something?” Azrael asked as the man nodded “Yes, anything…” he said as Azrael wet his lips “Do you know of a man who can grant a person an enormous amount of power.” asked Azrael. “You mean… That cursed seal…” the old man asked as Azrael would give an odd look “Is that what its called?” asked Azrael as the man would shrug “That’s what I’ve heard it been called for the longest time.” he said as Azrael would ask “What else do you know…” asked Azrael as the man responded “All I know… is that it killed the last man who possessed it… Nai…” said the man claimed as Azrael’s eyes widened. It suceeeded for Fang of Waterfall… though not for Nai… Was Nai weak? Azrael thought to himself “Heh, you may think Nai died because he was weak, though he had a monstrous amount of strength…” the man said as Azrael would gain more hope since that was the last man to die due to the seal.

“Thank you for the information, do you need to be escorted to your home?” Azrael asked as the elderly man would shake his head as Azrael would disappear, the old man would sluggishly stand up emerging from the alley as Azrael walked towards the library. As he’d approach the large building he’d sigh shortly as he’d make his way inside. The amount of shelves was uncountable as Azrael stood silently for a moment astonished. “May I help you sir?” the women asked approaching Azrael. Azrael turned his head slowly “Do you have anything on seals?” Azrael asked as the women would smile pointing into the north hallway.

Making his way down it he’d find a shelve of books. He’d stare at them for a moment and at the table in between. There was a table in the center with two chairs, Azrael began to grab all the books he could placing them upon the table totaling thirty, which was ¼ of the collection.

[Six Hours Pass]

Azrael would nearly fall to sleep as the women approached him “Sorry to bother you, but the library is closing soon.” the women said snapping Azrael out of his half hearted sleep. Taking the books he’d stand up “No… Don’t worry our staff will take care of it” she said as Azrael would smile “Thanks” he said with a slight yawn. “I’ve gotten through ¾ of your books and nothing on cursed seals…” he said as the women’s eyes would widen. “We do not house such books. Though I do know a thing or two myself… Which is, the name of one of the key owners. A man by the name of Abbadon posses a lot of… suspious jutsu if the rumors are true he is the one who granted that monster of a man, Nai the power of the cursed seal that lead to his death. If live or die… That is up to your resolve, or so I heard.” she said as Azrael’s eyes would narrow walking towards the exit “Thank you miss…” he said walking past her as she’d smile beginning to pick up the books.

Azrael would emerge from the library with a brand new hope as the night sky gloomed over head, the once hot area grew so cold, taking his cloak he’d put it back on as he’d look around the area. Ah I’m in luck an Inn across the street. he thought to himself walking into it and getting a room for the night, as he’d sit within his room he’d sleep very lightly, the wooden floors creak at the slightest sound as well as the door, the door locked with a thick lock which can’t be opened with a large pop was also there.

Slowly morning would approach as he’d awake sluggishly not realizing he had a deep sleep, thinking he was alert the whole time he’d make his way into the Inn bathroom. Though as he stood there the name came back to him Abbadon, the name seemed almost second instinct to him as a shinobi hunter, he'd realize he backed his shinobi hunting book without realizing it, checking the book he'd locate the criminal name with his eyes opening widely. Tha-Thats the man?! he thought to himself as he'd read about his criminal acts, taking his light he'd light the book on fire, once the contents were mostly burned he'd flush it down the toilet.

[Satu Akira]

"Review"

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As Azrael stood In this stunning realization as the toilet slowly flushed the B.I.N.G.O book down the toilet, smoke continued to recede until it was completely submerged into the water. He’d stare silently at the sight, as he’d close his eyes astonished by the elegant smell which seemed to over-power the odor receding from the toilet. With a soft sigh he’d take a step backwards pulling down his pants as he’d relieve himself, with a short sigh of relief he’d take his shirt and other equipment off as he’d take a step into the shower, turning on the water he’d receive an unfriendly surprise. As the water emerged from the shower head, it sent chills up his spine it was freezing cold. He quickly stepped outside of the shower as he’d stand still shivering for a moment. “What hell kind of four star inn is this?!” he asked himself as he’d turn to see a sigh on the wall directly outside of the shower, though behind the door, making its visibility limited.

With the door closed he’d narrow his eyes to read. ‘To use hot water, turn the nozzle to hot and wait five minutes for the water to heat.’ With that realization he’d have an embarrassed expression upon his face turning he’d stare at the shower head on, looking down he realized the cold water upon the floor and more importantly his wet clothes. Opening the door he’d toss them into the room where his bed was. There was pure silence in the room as he’d close the door slowly, he’d hear sounds coming from all sides of the walls, remembering there were six rooms of this small inn. Turning the nozzle for the water he’d let the water run as he’d walk over to the mirror staring at himself for a moment, at the bandage upon his face. Hesitantly he’d raise his right hand poking it softly to see if it was still sore, as he’d touched it, he’d wince softly. Heh, give it two days, I can take this damn bandage off. Those damn infiltration missions sure did inspire this idea he thought to himself while he leaned against the counter-top of the medium size bathroom.

[Two Minutes Passed]

Two minutes had passed as Azrael begun to see steam emerging from the shower. Turning he’d enter the shower with a sigh of relief, his eyes closed as the hot water seemed almost perfect temperature. He’d glance around the interior of the shower as he’d poke his head outside of the shower as he’d reach for a rag on the rack, grabbing it he’d begin to wash his body, making sure not to wet the bandages. As he’d happily wash the filth from his body, he’d continue to think. Heh, how am I know that what they were saying was true? he thought to himself as washing under his armpits, as steam filled the room, the mirror completely fogged and the floor soaked with a light layer of moisture. I know for sure, the man known as Fang was a missing shinobi of Waterfall and somehow was able to posses this “Curse Seal”. Why is it called a curse seal? Heh, the guy was probably wrong, it has to have a much more epic name than that… Like ugh… ‘Seal of Tranquility’! Though, the seal I doubt is truly tranquil. From my understanding it has the power to give a person the power of ten men. Equal to that of chakra gates. he thought to himself as a person approached the room in which he was staying the footsteps were loud, heels to be exact, across the wooden floor of the hallway.

The footsteps stopped at Azrael’s door for a moment as Azrael continued uncaringly to wash his body, still in deep thought though appeared to have no cares in the world according to his appearance. Hmm. Though there is nothing to confirm that the curse seal even exist… No… The name, it’s too odd of an occurrence. What I need to do is gather more about this curse seal and about that man. I know that a seal that grants a person power would surely disable an illness and exchange that for more power! he proclaimed to himself as the person standing outside the door would say in an old ladies female voice “House-keeping!” the voice seemed to pause for a moment “House-keeping… I am coming in…” the voice said as the lock began to turn as the door knob as well as an elderly lady entered the room. The women’s presence flaunted by the water getting progressively louder and hotter.

The women saw the clothes upon the floor. As she’d examine the underwear determining it was a male as she’d walk to the closed door for the bathroom as she’d chuckle in a perverted tone. She wore a traditional French made uniform and her face was older than her voice. The old women would turn to the bed as she’d make the bed quickly, humming her little child hood songs as she’d glance up at the clothing of Azrael, with a perverted look upon her face, as she continued to look she’d convinced herself to do it, picking up the pants of Azrael she’d sniff them perverted-like as she’d grasp it with great care. As she did so Azrael though he heard the groan of the elderly lady though sighed as he’d continue to wash and think. I must learn about the appearance of the seal, people say it’s like a tattoo. Some say, it’s a seal that only appears when you call it upon your body… and some say it’s a weapon comprised of a seal on a single parchment of paper. he thought to himself.

[Satu Akira]

"Recalculation"

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Though. How do I confirm any of this, is there any true reliable source? I read earlier that seals are inscriptions fused with the person’s chakra to cause a reaction. The reaction is on the basis of the chakra used for the seal the amount and on the basis of what the seal inscribes… he exclaimed to himself as the women continued to grasp his pants and his body odor, the smell would repel most women, though this apparently liked the smell of male filth. “Oh. Those young men… These smell glorious… 30 years ago… This smell!” she said becoming nostalgic. Azrael continued to scrub his body towers his abdomen and lower regions as the women shuffled around with the pants. In that movement she had loosened the two pouches that had rested on his waist as they’d fall to the ground, she’d grow silent for a moment examining the pouches.

Azrael stood in the shower silently as he’d hear the small groan again as the women would reach down with a smile across her face opening the first pouch, examing it for a moment she’d look up at the door as she’d empty it out as weapons feel upon the ground, dropping the other pouch she’d stare at the weaponry “Aw. What do we have here?” she asked herself picking up a kunai as she’d begin to chuckle “Hehe, it’s the real thing!” she said playing with it for a moment as she’d glance down at a wallet on the ground as she’d open it her eyes would widen as she’d quickly pull out the money and begin to count it along the ground. Meanwhile Azrael stood within the shower hearing the sounds as he’d make his way out of the shower with the water on not wanting to alert the person sneaking into his room, or so he thought. As he’d make his way out he’d trip on the lower part of the shower falling head first into the table as he’d sit there for a moment in immense pain naked on the floor as he’d reach for the towel, his eyes narrowed wincing in pain as he’d dry himself off quickly.

The women’s eyes widened as she’d gotten through 1/10 of the money. “Ah he is wealthy!” she said as she’d grab it all. Making a pouch out of her shirt to contain the money leaving Azrael’s weaponry and pouch on the ground as she’d stand up a skip a short bit as he’d sit on her knees for a moment, Azrael opened the door quickly as she’d look up Azrael stood silently looking the women directly in the eyes as steam emerged from the room “He-Hey… What’re you doing?!” Azrael asked as she’d look down at the money in her self-made pouch. “That’s my money!!” Azrael proclaimed in a angry tone as she’d stand up running out the door, Azrael quickly ran towards his clothes putting his equipment back into his pouch as he’d slip on his slightly wet cloths, as she’d return peaking in “Hot bod!” she’d say running as Azrael grunted as he’d place his shirt sword book bag and robe on. The women made It down the long flight of square stairs.

Staring down at the 5 story stair-well he’d sigh I got to jump if I’m going to catch her! he thought to himself pulling two kunai form his pouch as he’d place them downward in his hand leaping off the railing he’d make his way down, sliding down the wood and using the kunai to slow himself down as he’d eventually stick the wooden stair well 10 feet from the ground as he’d pull them out at the same time as he’d land on the ground causing his long run to be cut in half as he’d run through the hallways he’d hear the lingering clacks of heels in the hallways as the maid made her way to the front door the manager said “Ey. What’re you doing?!” the women replied opening the door and saying “Shut up Jai! I am rich baby!” she said with a chuckle running out the door as sand trailed behind her.

Azrael would quickly pursue behind her as he’d pass by the manager too “Hey you didn’t pay!” the manager proclaimed “So-Sorry, I’ll pay when I returned she stole my money!” Azrael said as the clerk motioned a man to call the local shinobi department as the women quickly ran Wow… for an old lady she runs quick! he thought to himself , running faster than he intended as the old lady continued to run through the sands crossing through the crowds like a hot knife through butter. Damn it, I can’t attack her… that’d cause a scene… Though this is recognition enough! he thought to himself as she’d shout “Gi-Give me my money, thief!” said Azrael as the women continued to run, ducking and dashing through the crowd. Azrael continued his pursuit through the openings she caused with her attempting to escape as she’d made her way out of a heavily crowded area, she picked up her speed which surprised Azrael as he did so too.

Though as she’d run, the sands below her began to change as she’d come to halt with a horrible screech as she’d turn her head “Le-Let me go!” she whined as Azrael would say “I didn’t do it…” in a confused tone as he’d glance around the area for a moment locating a person standing upon the roofs of Wind Country, the sand shinobi dressed in hardcore attire and wore no gourd which was odd for the obviously sand release shinobi, he was obviously using the sand around him for his release. The sand shinobi would leap off the building walking towards the women, stopping three feet away “Is this your money?” the shinobi asked as Azrael would nod the sand shinobi took her arms by the sand like hand cuffs as another pact of sand carried his money towards him as he’d collect and place it within his wallet.

“Tha-Thank you” Azrael said slightly astonished. “It’s my job…” the shinobi said as Azrael asked a question “Well, you’re a shinobi… I heard there was a wanted criminal here in Wind Country… by the name of Abbadon, is that true, it makes me nervous…” asked Azrael as the man would reply “Unsure some reports yeah, some no. If you’re afraid then go home to mommy. Don’t come here thinking we shinobi can be defeated so easily!” said the shinobi as Azrael came up with another question “May I ask you something else?” he asked as the shinobi would sigh “No, no time. I must bring this old hag back for questioning… I’m on a schedule!” the shinobi said dragging the women away as she cried wanting to just be free. Azrael hadn’t cared she did break the law, though the thought the man could possibly be in sand country seemed to send a positive chill down his spine besides the crazy power that sand shinobi had, controlling the sand around it. They were truly masters of their environment, Azrael paused for a moment realizing he had to pay for his stay, though shrugged as he’d say to himself in a low tone “I gave him a false name anyways…” walking towards the library to gain more information.

[Satu Akira]

"Hmph, reconfirmation of theory!"

It was noon and he felt he had a small idea of what exactly the curse seal was truly about. Crazy old hag! he thought to himself fuming for a short moment as he’d think about the old lady that had snuck into his room and stole his money. As the man disappeared off into the distance with the women, as Azrael made his way through the streets he saw the large Library off in the distance and with a relieved release of breath he’d pick up his pace. Making sure the cloak was placed on tightly he’d look like he did originally, with his large cloak over his book bag pouches and sword. Walking forward he’d notice so many foot prints along the ground, that weren’t there before as he’d glance to his right noticing 15 people gathered together in a black cloak, already knowing the effect of simply looking at someone in the Capital he didn’t keep eye contact for a long as he’d approach the large library which was only thirty feet away.

He’d pause for a moment at the sounds of doors closing, glancing over he saw people along the streets place turbans around their faced. “What is going on?” he asked himself calmly hearing the faint sounds of a mother calling for her children. “ Come on children another sand storm is coming!” the women said as Azrael glanced up at the sky realizing it was covered in a golden near orange cloud. Looking down at the library he begun to feel the wind pick up and the sounds of people walking along the streets no longer heard. Walking forward he made his way up the steep stairs. I’ve never been in a sand storm before… and I don’t want to be! he chuckled to himself as he’d approach the front doors of the library opening it feeling the cold air inside instantly that seemed to draw him inside.

Glancing into the library he saw the clear pearl like floors, which were squeaky clean, enough for a reflection of one’s self. The area was partially large and clear with a lobby desk to the right and a hallway that lead to a circular area that lead to the multiple book shelves. Making his way inside the door would close quickly as he’d glance at the lady in the front desk. She remembered his face well as she’d say calmly. “Looking up seals again sir?” she asked as Azrael turned to her and replied “Ye-Yeah…” he said rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand as he made his way inside of the large library. Walking along the way hallway he’d glance down at his reflection along the ground then behind himself to see the end result, the floor apparently was made of something special, not an ounce of sand was seen on the floor.

Making his way into the circular area he’d pause for a moment staring at the end of shelves as he did a 360 in the circular room. Wow… he said to himself flaring at the endless amount of shelves, books and desk within the library, not to mention the excellent lights that filled the ceiling of the building. Looking at the lettering on the shelves he looked around quickly indentifying a shelf that had the letters ‘STUV’ with a sharp smile he paused for a moment as he’d walk forward from the circular area and into the shelves of the endless amount of books. He made his way past at least two tables with chairs before he got the ‘Se’ section in which it was easy to find the ‘sea’, though the challenge was finding ‘seal’, though he eventually got the rows of books he reviewed before glancing at the remaining books he’d take them off the shelf and walk fifteen feet to the nearby studying table that was particularly large which a lamp upon it.

Holding the stack of books he brought them to the table, sitting them on top calmly he’d take a breather as he’d take off his cloak and place it on the back of the chair. I’m a little thirty… he thought to himself reaching into his book bag grabbing a bottle of water as he’d gulp down ¼ of the bottle, closing the top as he’d take a seat in the chair and examine the stack of books before him, as he’d continue to rub the back of his neck. “Where to begin…” he whispered to himself grabbing the book known as ‘The wonderful world of Seals: The basics!’ taking the book in his right hand he’d place it before him returning his hand to the back of his neck as he’d pull the lever for the lamp as the light lit giving him a better point of view as he’d examine the back of the book to confirm it was what he assumed the book to be. Alright, let’s get started! he said to himself as he’d open to the first page of the book.