Shiryu kept his pace, letting the rain pitter patter against his face willingly. A terrible haze had blanketed the entirety of Kumogakure today, although it was not too much of a surprise. Thunder had played out across the village since the morning, and dark clouds had been gathering overhead for a while now. That was why he had prepared a cloak for himself for the day, and why right now, he was feeling pretty warm despite the rain pouring down.
Meanwhile, denizens of the Cronopolis was rushing back and forth, clearing up their wares or simply seeking shelter. Some bumped into him during their hurry, although none cared enough to acknowledge it in any way.
Shikyu continued on his path, and soon the streets were mostly clear of people. The scene had now changed to what one may even call post-apocalyptic. Now that there was not a single person in sight, the worn down, teariness of the Cronopolis had beame even more apparent. The street was littered with trash and rubble, and above Shikyu many of the signage were either cracked or were at odd angles, oftentimes both.
Suddenly, Shikyu felt something against his back, and thus stopped walking. It felt pointy... like a knife.
Here we go...
"Gimme ever'thin' ya got." Came a burly voice, which without even looking, Shikyu assumed was of some young adult whom truly, on the inside, was far more fearful than would be let on, at least initially. A lot of bullies in this place relied on perceived superiority to get by, and thus will reliquinshed if suitably challenged. "Everythin', or I'ma stab ya!"
Silently, Shikyu manipulated his hands to form chakra strings. Invisible to the naked eye, they slowly slithered their way around his cloak towards the knife...
"Want to try, my friend?" Shikyu challenged the thug mockingly, giving him a chance to back away. Let see if the thug has...
Before Shikyu could finish his thoughts, he could feel the knife trying to move further into him. Despite any force exerted on the knife however, the knife was not actually moving any further than its current position.
Smiling, Shikyu turned around to face his aggressor and immediately felt satisfied at seeing the surprised face on the thug. Then, as the thug's eyes were drawn towards Shikyu's face and realization dawned on the thug, Shikyu smiled even brighter. Right about then was when the thug realized that he was dealing with a Shinobi.
Manipulating his chakra strings, Shikyu forced the knife out of the thug's hands without even touching it directly. The knife rose upwards, turned around, and pointed itself directly at the thug's face.
"Let's do this again. Want to try, my friend?" Almost immediately after Shikyu finished his sentence, the thug turned tail and ran.
Shikyu's smile faded as he sighed outwardly. He let go of his chakra strings, allowing the knife to fall on the ground with a clatter that was mostly lost amongst the sound of the rain.
Shikyu turned back towards the direction he was walking in, and continued on his path - still not really knowing where it was leading.
About right now would be good, if someone wanted to help him get out of here effectively...
OOC:
For anyone confused about the title, what I am looking for is just one person to join the thread.
Meanwhile, denizens of the Cronopolis was rushing back and forth, clearing up their wares or simply seeking shelter. Some bumped into him during their hurry, although none cared enough to acknowledge it in any way.
Shikyu continued on his path, and soon the streets were mostly clear of people. The scene had now changed to what one may even call post-apocalyptic. Now that there was not a single person in sight, the worn down, teariness of the Cronopolis had beame even more apparent. The street was littered with trash and rubble, and above Shikyu many of the signage were either cracked or were at odd angles, oftentimes both.
Suddenly, Shikyu felt something against his back, and thus stopped walking. It felt pointy... like a knife.
Here we go...
"Gimme ever'thin' ya got." Came a burly voice, which without even looking, Shikyu assumed was of some young adult whom truly, on the inside, was far more fearful than would be let on, at least initially. A lot of bullies in this place relied on perceived superiority to get by, and thus will reliquinshed if suitably challenged. "Everythin', or I'ma stab ya!"
Silently, Shikyu manipulated his hands to form chakra strings. Invisible to the naked eye, they slowly slithered their way around his cloak towards the knife...
"Want to try, my friend?" Shikyu challenged the thug mockingly, giving him a chance to back away. Let see if the thug has...
Before Shikyu could finish his thoughts, he could feel the knife trying to move further into him. Despite any force exerted on the knife however, the knife was not actually moving any further than its current position.
Smiling, Shikyu turned around to face his aggressor and immediately felt satisfied at seeing the surprised face on the thug. Then, as the thug's eyes were drawn towards Shikyu's face and realization dawned on the thug, Shikyu smiled even brighter. Right about then was when the thug realized that he was dealing with a Shinobi.
Manipulating his chakra strings, Shikyu forced the knife out of the thug's hands without even touching it directly. The knife rose upwards, turned around, and pointed itself directly at the thug's face.
"Let's do this again. Want to try, my friend?" Almost immediately after Shikyu finished his sentence, the thug turned tail and ran.
Shikyu's smile faded as he sighed outwardly. He let go of his chakra strings, allowing the knife to fall on the ground with a clatter that was mostly lost amongst the sound of the rain.
Shikyu turned back towards the direction he was walking in, and continued on his path - still not really knowing where it was leading.
About right now would be good, if someone wanted to help him get out of here effectively...
OOC:
For anyone confused about the title, what I am looking for is just one person to join the thread.
