Port Market [o]

[▬makaze►]

Umi no Kuni is for the most part broken up into hundreds of small islands and islets, and upon each was it's own unique little town of inhabitants. On their own, they weren't functional as a society or even as a community, but what made this land s special was the fact that no one island or town was alone. All of them bought, sold and exchanged goods between one another, and so the country of Umi no Kuni soon come to thrive as a rich export and import area. On one of these nameless islands is where we would find Makaze on this typically scorching and sea-blown setting of bustling crowds, eager roadside store vendors yelling about their wares, and tall sailing ships all anchored to their piers.

Walking amongst the crowd, he would partake of one of his most favorite past-times; people watching. It was a fascinating experience, inspecting their animation amongst each other and how they interacted as a group. It was almost as if being at a zoo, and understanding what the animals were saying. The smell was a far cry worse though, for the salty air carrying the stench of fish and shellfish caused agony in his nasal capacity, their stenches Makaze found to be particuarily pungent. He wasn't sure what he was looking for however as he moved amongst the herds of human cattle; perhaps just a way to kill time and let off a little built up steam?

[▬makaze►]

As Makaze continued his forwards motion through the sea of heads and the throng of people, there was a faint flicker of something what caught his eye. Unable to focus on it clearly before it disappeared out of sight again, all he knew was that whatever it was was outside of the norm. Pushing his way forwards, he forced his way to the edge of the crowd where for some reason, he was obstructed with a wall of human backs, all facing a certain direction.

Shoving himself into this, he suddenly found the source of the attraction. A boy, if not man, of unusual orientation for this part of the world was there and holding what seemed like plain paper. Intrigued by this, he knew that this is what he saw previously, for flitting around in the air were other pieces of a similar paper, flying about as though of their own accord. It was a mesmerizing display, and understandable as to why the people had begun to regard this as a great spectacle.

Venturing forwards, Makaze stepped out from the crowd and pointed at the man from a position of height over the fellow and his paper creations, an odd smirk on his face. "Oi" he spoke nonchalantly, eyes glaring in their typical manner. "How're you doing that?".

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[loyal]

A voice. Nagi blinked a couple of times before turning around again to see quite the intimidating man standing in front of him. Looking straight up and rubbing his nose, chakra led a single piece of paper into his right hand. Left hand fumbled in his hoodie pocket in order to retrieve a pen. Upon doing so, words would quickly scribed upon the piece of paper, which was then promptly handed to the individual.

"How am I doing this? Well, I pour a small amount of chakra into each of the pieces of paper, just enough to stimulate movement and then, I simply direct the pieces of paper wherever I wish. It sounds easy but it's extremely difficult to be honest. I know this must be awkward that I'm relaying my answers to you through paper but I cannot speak, unless you'd rather me answer through gestures of sorts. I'm terribly sorry as well, for I must go. Perhaps we can speak more in depth later on I suppose? I live in the hotel residence near that one popular sea food restaurant everyone seems to go to..."

And with that, Nagi would cause all of the paper to neatly arrange themselves into the leather briefcase he lugged around as well as the various paper holsters on his back. Making a short gesture, he'd turn on his heels and disappear into the sea of the crowd.

[ Exit ]

[👺 Usiel]

A shrouded man slowly walked into the market. The man wore an all white cloak covering his face and body. The lower leggings were white as well, with a black belt. No headbands or identification was seen written on this man. The man would take another quick look around before walking to a headboard filled with multiple postings. The man would reach into his cloak and pull out a large scroll. Unraveling it he then would take out a couple of nails before putting the scroll on the headboard like a massive announcement. For those who would take notice would see it read as:

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The man would leave.

[▬makaze►]

Taking the piece of paper, Makazes face did admittedly become more sullen. The guy was a mute? That was... well, unusual. He stopped reading after a few words however, seeing the term "Chakra" and just understanding from there. So, he was a Ninja - or atleast, had some Ninja training. That meant only one thing what Makaze could care for - he was a potential challenge. How interesting! A coy, wolfish smile drawn across his lips, he had almost already begun the self-transformation of his body into it's desired weaponry form when it seemed however that something was array.

Though there was a crowd around the boy, now there was not. Something had happened which had caused them to disperse, and with it Makaze found his own attention now wavering too. Turning his head in the direction the human herd, he saw in the center there was some large board, full of notices and flyers and other such advertisements and the ilk; as well as something else. An enigmatic, hooded figure, now walking away from the post. Curious, he turned heel and simply blanked the mute, playing with his papers and whatnot, and pushed his way through the crowd and towards the front.

It didn't take him long to read it's contents, but by the time he had finished, the wolf like smile had returned to his kindly features again. Placing his right hand under his chin in a curling manner, and holding that arms elbow with his other arm, he stood in a drifting, nonchalant manner whilst rocking side to side slightly. It was already settled that he was going; there would be no debating about that. Now all he needed was to figure out how to reach this so called intended destination.

[Exit]