Smugglers' Valley [Private]

[Raizo]

[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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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

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[Raizo]

[col]Sora, the place that had it all. The people there lived in comfort, well maybe that wasn't entirely correct; the people that lived there lived in extreme comfort. A level of comfort that would almost seem fictional if explaining it to the tribes and villages scattered about the desert. Sora didn't even really have sand, it looked like it had been uprooted from another country and dropped into Wind. Of course, within it there were those who did not have nearly as much as the ones in power, but the true human rubbish was cast out. This location seemed to be the residence of some of those discarded. This was fortunate.

The cloaked stranger would pull himself up from the bar and look around the bar. Lowering his hood he would reveal long dark hair and red eyes. He would scan the room as the room would return the favor. There was something exciting about this situation. The tension that was building within the establishment caused the heart of the man to race as a smile appeared on his face.

"Is there a problem?"

This seemed to be the wrong question to ask as individuals now rose from their seats and began to clutch at various items around their waists, backs and from within articles of their clothing. It seemed a fight was about to breakout.

"Easy, easy... I didn't come here to fight. I came here to see what cowards living under the shadow of the Merchant Lords and the Daimyo looked like."

If a fight was not about to break out already, shit had just hit the fan. The first wave of those who carried the deepest scars of their reality were the first to make the move, while others paused for a moment in shock. Was someone going to bluntly say such a harsh thing that everyone in the room already knew? What could have been done to change this misfortune when every source of power in the country was against them.

The first set of men, with weapons drawn, would begin to lunge and slash at the man. His red eyes began to glow as the energy he had gained from the female in the desert started to circulate through his body. The tribal tattoo on his right shoulder blade began to creep outwards, slowly wrapping its design all of his body. His red eyes, looking like lasers, focused on various spots of the oncoming attackers. While they did not know the man, there was a growing sense in those who approached that they had just taken a wrong step and were now cornered in a trap. Using his inhuman focus and accuracy, the man would begin his assault as his punches ripped outward at the attackers. Each thrust released a small impact that would cause even those watching from the back to tremble a bit. Within a matter of seconds the man would finish his quick movements before returning to the bar. Those who had original charged at him now stood frozen in place, their minds still racing to process just what had happened. Meanwhile, the man would turn his back to the group, reach over the bar to grab a full mug, and take a sip. This would cause the combatants to snap out of their trance and begin moving forward once more. That is, until they discovered just what the man had done. Each of their weapons began to shatter and crumble apart. Whoever this figure was, he not only was fast and strong but he was skilled enough to hit each of their weapons with the sole purpose of destroying them. Not a single attacker was injured physically but mentally he had done a tremendous amount of damage to all those who looked on.

"Who the hell are you..."

Spinning around, with drink in hand, the man would have a joyful grin slapped across his face.

"I am the man who is going to raise you from the ashes and burn the Daimyo and the Lords to the ground."


To Be Continued...
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[legend="[glow=maroon][b][size=5]The Wanderer[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

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

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[Raizo]

[col]The man felt good about his recent display of power, and coming off his most recent remark he was eagerly awaiting the crowd's reaction. Quickly, their reaction would be felt as individuals began to put their weapons away and return to their seats, or find a seat if their's had been pushed away or turned into a pseudo weapon. There would be chuckles and dismissive grunts as the atmosphere seemed to go in a direction that the man had not been expecting.

"Eh..."

The man would look around confused before turning back towards the barkeep.

"What the hell... what sort of response is this!?"

His question seemed to be directed at the barkeep but his voice was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the building. Their expressions would look forced, as if they were upset but holding it back.

"Listen, stranger, you aren't the first guy with shinobi training to show up here. You are the first guy to show up here make claims of building up those who have been discarded. You sure as hell ain't the first two be both of those things. We've been living like this for decades, and idealist come and go but Smuggler's Valley remains. This is our constant. This is our truth. We use to have hope, but those monsters are untouchable."

The man was now experiencing his own mixture of emotion over all of this.

"Are you kidding me?! So instead of rising up and showing your true strength, using your own two hands to fight to take back your country and your freedom, you just sit here like neutered dogs?!"

The expression on those within the bar remained locked in that forced expression. They seemed like they were fighting back all of their true emotions just to sit there and continue going about their day as "business as usual". The man, however, did not seem to be intent on just letting that go. His facial expression was anger, his tone was aggressive and his fist were clenched ready to fight, but he had no one to fight. Picking on these people who had already been defeated would not motivate them. Frustration would overtake him as a sigh would escape before angrily returning to his drink.

"Stranger."

The man's eyes would glance over to a figure that now appeared at the bar but that he had not seen earlier during the brief skirmish or even enter the bar. This individual might have been one of the shinobi that the barkeep mentioned appeared within these parts.

"They understand what you are saying, but as of right now they have been completely stripped of even having the luxury of hope. If you'd like to learn more, and truly gain understanding of this place and its people then you should come with me."


To Be Continued...
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[legend="[glow=maroon][b][size=5]The Wanderer[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

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

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