The port city was on edge, you could feel it in the air just faintly, but despite this people went on. Tourism had dropped since the attack, but there was still those who would travel to Sora simply for their wide range of wares. Despite the war, despite the Palace erecting walls between itself and the citizenship, business still continued. While it had been jarred by the deaths of countless merchant class, those that had taken precautions now had a lot more room to sell with and the lack of law made the black market jump…hard.
The Undermarket was exactly why Tama was in Sora. Rarely did the scientist leave Suna, as he was pretty sure it was not allowed, but when he did, it was usually to procure illegal things he could not back home. The flesh trade in the Underground used to be booming, but when Toushin took over the first, and second time, the assassin dropped tons of restrictions. It was probably why the ANBU let Uzu commit to organized crime before getting ousted by the other dons time and time again. The “Assassin King” had horrible management skills and was bad about trusting for someone who was supposed to be an Uzumoreru.
Tama was wearing rags today. His clothing was smudged with what looked like dirt, stank of human decay, and hid his features. Over his face he had placed a life-like mask of an older man, but his vanity wouldn’t allow for anything but it to of his own self. Despite that, he did pox up the face enough that it should still be mostly unrecognizable. It was hard to be of the Solar Court and disguise himself when everyone has seen what he would look like through all ages.
The hooded raggy clothed scientist was kneeling down over an unrolled scroll in a secluded ally near the tourist beach. It was an area both locals and visitors avoided due to the crime that had already ran rampant before the war; the two dead bodies behind Tama showed it had only escalated since.
From within the rags he withdrew a large brown paper sack. The sound of glass jars clinking against each other echoed through the alley for a second as he arranged the bag over the seal written in the center of the open scroll. Lifting his hand over the scroll he channeled a little chakra into his palm before reciting an Ancient word. The bag disappeared in a cloud of chakra steam and the scroll rolled itself back up before leaping up as if alive. The disguised scientist snatched the scroll from the air and slipped it back into his robes as he stood and stretched. It had been a grand day of travel and haggling, but he had best to get back to Suna before anyone realized he had left. Or at least, that had been the plan. Moments into his intense stretch, Tama felt it. His heterochromatic irises shifted to his left towards the end of the beach where people were usually sipping mix drinks. Suddenly, he was thirsty for two things.
Tugging himself forward in three second intervals placed him behind the bartender near where the Hybrids were fighting. A rag soaked in chemicals was over the man’s mouth, struggling against the sudden shorter man’s attack. Yet as the bartender struggled against Tama’s rag, the scientist looked dead on at what were clearly cousins.
Kasen he knew of. She didn’t share the same court as the samples he had taken didn’t react the way his own did to the testing and had left Tama perplexed as to what she really was. The red-head was a complete mystery but clearly had a handle on fire. As far as the scientist knew, only Ancients could make Hybrids, and the only two Ancients he knew of were Mikaboshi and, to a far lesser extent, Shiori. Yet standing before him were two Hybrids using elements that were out of his natural grasp. Oh sure, he could conjure up water with his chakra, or flex its nature towards heat; but not to the speeds the two before him could. Wind and Lightning though? Bread and butter. He wondered how much his former master knew of these two? The scientist knew there were other Courts, but he had assumed that Mikaboshi and Shiori were the last of their kind. Had they a hand in making these two like the Deep created Tama?
As the doctor mused these things the bartender had finally slipped into a chemically induced sleep and Tama was grabbing bottles off the shelf.
“Let’s see…rum, tequila…ooh! Vodka! That’s a little rare around these parts. Do they have…yes!” The scientist flipped a bottle of orange liquor and placed it on the counter with the other bottles,
“I’s makin an ice tea!
The Undermarket was exactly why Tama was in Sora. Rarely did the scientist leave Suna, as he was pretty sure it was not allowed, but when he did, it was usually to procure illegal things he could not back home. The flesh trade in the Underground used to be booming, but when Toushin took over the first, and second time, the assassin dropped tons of restrictions. It was probably why the ANBU let Uzu commit to organized crime before getting ousted by the other dons time and time again. The “Assassin King” had horrible management skills and was bad about trusting for someone who was supposed to be an Uzumoreru.
Tama was wearing rags today. His clothing was smudged with what looked like dirt, stank of human decay, and hid his features. Over his face he had placed a life-like mask of an older man, but his vanity wouldn’t allow for anything but it to of his own self. Despite that, he did pox up the face enough that it should still be mostly unrecognizable. It was hard to be of the Solar Court and disguise himself when everyone has seen what he would look like through all ages.
The hooded raggy clothed scientist was kneeling down over an unrolled scroll in a secluded ally near the tourist beach. It was an area both locals and visitors avoided due to the crime that had already ran rampant before the war; the two dead bodies behind Tama showed it had only escalated since.
From within the rags he withdrew a large brown paper sack. The sound of glass jars clinking against each other echoed through the alley for a second as he arranged the bag over the seal written in the center of the open scroll. Lifting his hand over the scroll he channeled a little chakra into his palm before reciting an Ancient word. The bag disappeared in a cloud of chakra steam and the scroll rolled itself back up before leaping up as if alive. The disguised scientist snatched the scroll from the air and slipped it back into his robes as he stood and stretched. It had been a grand day of travel and haggling, but he had best to get back to Suna before anyone realized he had left. Or at least, that had been the plan. Moments into his intense stretch, Tama felt it. His heterochromatic irises shifted to his left towards the end of the beach where people were usually sipping mix drinks. Suddenly, he was thirsty for two things.
Tugging himself forward in three second intervals placed him behind the bartender near where the Hybrids were fighting. A rag soaked in chemicals was over the man’s mouth, struggling against the sudden shorter man’s attack. Yet as the bartender struggled against Tama’s rag, the scientist looked dead on at what were clearly cousins.
Kasen he knew of. She didn’t share the same court as the samples he had taken didn’t react the way his own did to the testing and had left Tama perplexed as to what she really was. The red-head was a complete mystery but clearly had a handle on fire. As far as the scientist knew, only Ancients could make Hybrids, and the only two Ancients he knew of were Mikaboshi and, to a far lesser extent, Shiori. Yet standing before him were two Hybrids using elements that were out of his natural grasp. Oh sure, he could conjure up water with his chakra, or flex its nature towards heat; but not to the speeds the two before him could. Wind and Lightning though? Bread and butter. He wondered how much his former master knew of these two? The scientist knew there were other Courts, but he had assumed that Mikaboshi and Shiori were the last of their kind. Had they a hand in making these two like the Deep created Tama?
As the doctor mused these things the bartender had finally slipped into a chemically induced sleep and Tama was grabbing bottles off the shelf.
“Let’s see…rum, tequila…ooh! Vodka! That’s a little rare around these parts. Do they have…yes!” The scientist flipped a bottle of orange liquor and placed it on the counter with the other bottles,
“I’s makin an ice tea!