Episode #: 'Smugglers' Valley'|Nameless Arc said:[col]After encountering the odd 'woman' of the desert, there seemed to return to him a sense of purpose. He at least knew what he didn't want to do; at this time he did not wish to return to Suna. First he had to repair himself, he had to find the piece of him that he felt was now lost and ultimately he had to have that fatherly chat. For now, however, he was resolved with simply getting a full belly and getting some rest. Within his body there seemed to be a swirling hunger of many different voices, but one of the loudest was the hunger for food. So he continued to wander towards where he detected chakra signatures. The power of the chakra coming forward was either being masked, was simply a rather big but weak individual or was a collection of people who were not chakra attuned. Everyone, everything living, gave off the presence of chakra, but non-shinobi who did not work to increase or mold their internal energy registered as any other living creature of the world. Luckily, since humans gathered in communities, it was easier to sense them, even if no shinobi was among them. He was drawn, like a moth to a flame, until finally reaching his location.
The area was a fixture between to jutting cliffs within the Expanse. It seemed this was a village formed from the curse of the maelstrom, as the valley was naturally protected from the hateful sand infused winds. Now that the storm had ended, he wondered if those who lived there wished to relocate or if they were okay with remaining down in the depths. He would continue inward towards the core of the village, a village built of shanty hubs and crudely made structures. This was a location of poverty, limited resources and did not seem to be a long home stay for many. His eyes would scan around until finally locating an area that seemed to look very familiar; a makeshift bar.
Approaching the location he would place some yen on the table, which would set off a chain reaction that would give him a better understanding of where he was. Various eyes would immediately place their gaze upon him as soon as the money appeared. The eyes were not those of wonderment or excitement to see a new face, no they were a multitude of greed, malice and sinister intentions.
"Barkeep... where the hell is this?"
The man behind the counter would let out a laugh, one of the few not glaring directly at visitor.
"Boy, you've entered what we most humbly call Smugglers' Valley. Home of the trash pushed out of Sora and the broken lives created through the injustices of this land. Welcome."
Oh, how interesting...
To Be Continued...
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|[legend="[glow=maroon][b][size=5]The Wanderer[/size][/b][/glow]"][/col]
[/legend]Name: Roku
Epithet:
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Eyes: Red
Blood Type: O NegativePersonal DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedDon't Try and Fix Me.Mood MusicWiPMISC X