Upon receiving the results to his Genin exam, Ryoku knew exactly what it was he wanted to do next. Or who he wanted to talk to, rather. Finding a retired ninja wasn’t easy, though. It took a bit of asking around, but eventually he was pointed in a direction that seemed like it would be the most promising.
As he approached the multi-layered dojo that was the Ishi Clan House, he noticed that it still seemed to be under repair from the recent events that were being talked about all over the village. Before he began his studies to be a ninja, Ryoku would have been too sheltered to have heard anything about it, but he had made a point to start keeping up with the current events of the village.
Ryoku entered the clan house and was amazed. So many people, all wearing different colored vests. The vests must indicated some kind of ranking or hierarchy within the clan. There only seemed to be two colors, but the younger people for the most part seemed to be wearing blue and the older, more experienced looking people seemed to be wearing red. While wandering around for a bit, he noticed a huge, fighting arena with several of the clansmen sparring. He stopped and watched for a second, his attention fully grasped until he snapped himself out of it. He had something to do and he needed to do it as soon as possible. He found one of the red-vested shinobi that didn’t seem to busy and he asked for directions.
“Nice. Already on the right floor,” he thought to himself as he thanked the person and began to walk in the correct direction.
He had arrived. It was the door to the Clan Head’s office. Ryoku took a deep breath in.
. . .
Then he exhaled. “Slow and concise,” he thought to himself. Then he raised his knuckles to the office door and gave it a few quick knocks.
MFT: 330
As he approached the multi-layered dojo that was the Ishi Clan House, he noticed that it still seemed to be under repair from the recent events that were being talked about all over the village. Before he began his studies to be a ninja, Ryoku would have been too sheltered to have heard anything about it, but he had made a point to start keeping up with the current events of the village.
Ryoku entered the clan house and was amazed. So many people, all wearing different colored vests. The vests must indicated some kind of ranking or hierarchy within the clan. There only seemed to be two colors, but the younger people for the most part seemed to be wearing blue and the older, more experienced looking people seemed to be wearing red. While wandering around for a bit, he noticed a huge, fighting arena with several of the clansmen sparring. He stopped and watched for a second, his attention fully grasped until he snapped himself out of it. He had something to do and he needed to do it as soon as possible. He found one of the red-vested shinobi that didn’t seem to busy and he asked for directions.
“Nice. Already on the right floor,” he thought to himself as he thanked the person and began to walk in the correct direction.
He had arrived. It was the door to the Clan Head’s office. Ryoku took a deep breath in.
. . .
Then he exhaled. “Slow and concise,” he thought to himself. Then he raised his knuckles to the office door and gave it a few quick knocks.
MFT: 330