The Journey of Progress(T/I)

[Dealer's Button]

~enter~

The chilly arctic wind licked upon the chivalrous gambler's face as he traveled towards the coast. His mind focused on the exams he was ready to illustrate the bravery of the Onta name. His wife and now his developing child will be his strength to push through the competition. Ace pondered what they was going to be like however he was still ready. Quickly looking at the 2 card holsters upon his wrists and the 3 upon the right side of his hip the Knave of Hearts smiled. Each of these chambers contained 4 decks of cards. A few seconds later his left gloved hand slithered into his buttbag. Gloved fingertips gently brushed against the surface of 80 ice exploding tags. His left ear slightly twitched making the very small communication devise in his ear slightly scratch the inside of it.

Looking onward Ace's light blue eyes noticed the ship at the dock. Increasing his walking pace he surged towards it. "i will survive my lovely metallic petal" the Knave of Hearts silently muttered to himself as he boarded the ship.

[Defiant]

/Enter

He felt a bit like a shadow of his former self. He changed his attire in an attempt to transform himself and give himself a new identity. New Honor. His entire wardrobe was slimmed down to give himself the maximum amount of freedom in combat. His non conductive high strength mesh still lay over his body to keep him moderately safe from projectiles and blades. Above that was his modified Battle Dress Clothing. The jacket and pants are of a soft, warm, breathable cloth that is set in a dull grey color meant to shine as little as possible. The uniform disguised his solid elbow and knee pads.

He then wore a thick, near black vest that clipped up his right side. It's main sized pockets lined his sides at angles easy for each hand to reach on both their same and opposite sides. The larger slots were around his lower back, three on the left side and three on the right. The jacket itself was made of a thick layer of leather with a strong Kevlar weave underneath to keep him safe from shrapnel and blades, and cushion blows from blunt weapons as well.

As an additional attachment to his vest, he added a sextuple knife holster that held not quite knives, but throwing axes in two rows of three on his chest, in line with the pouches.

All of these pockets were hidden by a jacket of a similar dull grey to his battle dress uniform. The jacket was sleeveless, but with a deep hood that could easily conceal half of his face. It fell too around his knees, and it had no buttons to speak of, for it was held together with a dark utility belt that tied around his waist. His once bright arm guards were now of the same dim, molted grey. The gloves were made from a cloth overlay, thick leather, Kevlar middle and stretchy, black lining. The protective middle layer only extended to the back of his hands, leaving a gap for his wrist, while the black lining extended over his fingers, letting them easily move and form hand seals. His shoes were simple and light, flexible enough to easily move around in, and the bottoms were hard enough to keep his feet free of the pain of rocks.

And then there was his weaponry. His utility belt held two throwing axes easily in their own compartment. Another, on his left side, held his exploding tags, all 76 of them. The four pouches that were on the back held hirai-shurikens, 15 in each. On each side of those for were three weight boleadoras, four in the two pouches on each side. On the opposite side of his exploding tags were his exploding pouches, fifteen in the single compartment. His sextuple knife holster each had a throwing axe in the spaces, and each axe held his hiraishin seal, as did the tanto in the back of his belt, and the swords on his hip.

His mask had changed as well. Though the function of the gas mask, and the advanced visions were still the same, it seemed as though the metal surface had been damaged and scarred all across the right side; a sign of his lost pride.

"Is this the boat for the Chuunins?" His voice was being altered by the mask on his face. The gas mask portion of the mask hadn't been activated as of yet, but it still managed to distort his voice and make it unrecognizable. He even moved differently now; he was quicker, more fluid, and as quiet as a ghost; Ace wouldn't have even been aware of his existence if not for him suddenly speaking, for Reddo barely touched the ground.

[zenoske1ryu]

The prince had already boarded the ship, and was now safely locked in his room. Enjoying a milkshake, the only think that could possibly go wrong now was if the ship was to run out of ice-cream. But the chances of that happening were relatively low. He would pat Bradley on the head with his free hand, as he watched the boat pull out of the port and begin sailing away to the ‘land of sea’

It wouldn’t be long till he would be in the chunin exam, so this short break would be a welcome break, something to ease his mind. He would simply lay back and close his eyes, soon drifting off into a sleep. Here he would dream about a magical tree, which was green but not a regular tree green more of a lime green. It was indeed a very interesting dream, were everyone was friends.

[Beltran]

Moved

[zenoske1ryu]

I get off the boat, with swag

[Exit]

[Defiant]

Red, or Arekkusu as he is calling himself, hops off the boat too.

[exit]

[Dealer's Button]

"yes that is correct sir" [/b]Ace politely replied to the mysterious individual as the boat drifted away from the arctic coast.The boat swiftly traveled across the frozen ocean reaching their destination. Silently the Knave of Hearts pondered who the stranger was.

When they arrived the chivalrous gambler casually walked off of the ship with the other two. Today all will know the valiant bravery and fierce strength of Yukigakure.

~exit~