After having left Stone after a successful chance meeting and a period of time spent unsuccessfully performing anything else, it was time to move on.
So he did.
Time wasn't a factor which he personally cared about. It didn't affect him. Time was on his side, and should he enter a conflict he simply couldn't win... he would wait for them to die over the period of a hundred years should he need to and then try again. Yet this was not something he had needed to do yet, and in truth he was still only young. Younger than his body would seem anyway.
Travelling towards Sand had had him stop in at different locations on his way, and to this end he would ask at the different bars and pubs that he would enter into and find out where he should go to find the wealthiest people. Those that the Organization did business with were not in the village, and clearly were not within other villages otherwise they wouldn't have instructed him to go to those villages. Thus he needed to think logically. Who would want a shinobi trained child to keep as their own pet, or toy, or whatever other fetish people had for them?
Wealthy people who had everything else they needed was the answer which he had come to.
People who couldn't think of what else to buy, and so began to indulge themselves on their whims. The disgusting, the greedy, those who hungered for everything. People like himself, only with money.
To this end he had been told to head to Sora. There he would find the wealthy 'lowlanders' as was the Cloud nickname for them, the people who couldn't use chakra as a shinobi, the people who were untrained, the people who feared the shinobi's wrath. People who would indulge their fantasies of killing a shinobi could they find the opportunity to do so, and for a price, anything was possible.
Venturing in Sora, Junan spent a solid month there, seeking out those who may want these services... yet he was thrown out of bars, attacked in alleys, hated, feared, for he had no tact, nothing hidden about how he went about his business. Chances were that by the time he was done all in Sora who wanted or were interested in his services were aware of him, but to do such a kind of business with one who seemed to care so little about the laws which maintained the status quo was dangerous.
Deaths had followed his name, those who would attempt to silence this man in the alleys, those who created elaborate traps to attempt to lure him into a potential employment opportunity only to pounce on him... all dead, blood ran in the back alleys. Those who knew his name would know that he wasn't to be simply trifled with. This meant danger. And for most who wanted discretion in this type of market, this was too much noise for them.
So it was that Junan left Sora to head to Sand, frustrated with the place due to his own lack of understanding, and yet having left a mark. Perhaps in time the name would reach the right ears, and perhaps those who wanted his services and didn't care about the potential danger that he posed would seek him out. But that remained to be seen.
[Topic left, heading to Sand
S-Rank - 30 mins]
So he did.
Time wasn't a factor which he personally cared about. It didn't affect him. Time was on his side, and should he enter a conflict he simply couldn't win... he would wait for them to die over the period of a hundred years should he need to and then try again. Yet this was not something he had needed to do yet, and in truth he was still only young. Younger than his body would seem anyway.
Travelling towards Sand had had him stop in at different locations on his way, and to this end he would ask at the different bars and pubs that he would enter into and find out where he should go to find the wealthiest people. Those that the Organization did business with were not in the village, and clearly were not within other villages otherwise they wouldn't have instructed him to go to those villages. Thus he needed to think logically. Who would want a shinobi trained child to keep as their own pet, or toy, or whatever other fetish people had for them?
Wealthy people who had everything else they needed was the answer which he had come to.
People who couldn't think of what else to buy, and so began to indulge themselves on their whims. The disgusting, the greedy, those who hungered for everything. People like himself, only with money.
To this end he had been told to head to Sora. There he would find the wealthy 'lowlanders' as was the Cloud nickname for them, the people who couldn't use chakra as a shinobi, the people who were untrained, the people who feared the shinobi's wrath. People who would indulge their fantasies of killing a shinobi could they find the opportunity to do so, and for a price, anything was possible.
Venturing in Sora, Junan spent a solid month there, seeking out those who may want these services... yet he was thrown out of bars, attacked in alleys, hated, feared, for he had no tact, nothing hidden about how he went about his business. Chances were that by the time he was done all in Sora who wanted or were interested in his services were aware of him, but to do such a kind of business with one who seemed to care so little about the laws which maintained the status quo was dangerous.
Deaths had followed his name, those who would attempt to silence this man in the alleys, those who created elaborate traps to attempt to lure him into a potential employment opportunity only to pounce on him... all dead, blood ran in the back alleys. Those who knew his name would know that he wasn't to be simply trifled with. This meant danger. And for most who wanted discretion in this type of market, this was too much noise for them.
So it was that Junan left Sora to head to Sand, frustrated with the place due to his own lack of understanding, and yet having left a mark. Perhaps in time the name would reach the right ears, and perhaps those who wanted his services and didn't care about the potential danger that he posed would seek him out. But that remained to be seen.
[Topic left, heading to Sand
S-Rank - 30 mins]