Post by Michishige Kudaranai on Jul 31, 2013 0:56:01 GMT -5
Flip.
The shinobi leaped through the air, throwing his elbow outwards into his enemy's face, cracking his jaw and tossing him through the wall of the nearby building. He beamed triumphantly, pumping a fist into the air. "Ha! Take that, evildoer!" He perched on the roof of said building, striking what must have been fifty poses before pointing upwards into the dark of night, screaming. "By the light of the moon, I am--"
Snap.
Michishige Kudaranai closed the book in his lap in irritation, swatting at the area next to his face and coughing as a gust of wind kicked up a bit of sand into his face. "Augh! Goddamn, this is the worst book I've ever read!" The boy whined, reaching a hand up to rub at his face, fingers gingerly touching at the bandaged, broken looking nose on his face, eliciting a wince from the boy. His eyes brushed over the title of the book, again. 'Tale of the Silver Shinobi, huh? Who the hell writes this stuff?'
Michi tossed the book onto the ground, kicking some sand over it. Hands reached over his shoulders as he put his hood up, hoping it'd help him deal with the sand. He let out a long, drawn out sigh, leaning up against the roughly textured sandstone wall behind him. In front of him was, of course, the expanse of sand that was always there, and behind him was the village known as Sunagakure no Sato. He was positioned right on the left side of the gate to the place, tucked into a bit of shade that happened to be cast over the spot as the result of divine generosity. Or it just happened to be that way because of how the sun was setting. Either or. The boy began whistling a morose, slow tune, hand dipping into his coat pocket. Within a few moments of seemingly aimless rummaging, the boy had plucked a cookie from his pocket, hastily stuffing it into his mouth as to prevent the sand from swallowing it up before he could, gulping painfully as the far too large mass of cookie went down his throat. And idle glance around showed that, almost like always, it was just him. Not even any visitors to follow in and out of the village, today, nope. He'd just sit there and watch.
Michi let out a groan, a whine, of sorts, slumping down against the way which he leaned against partways. "Man, this's gotta be the most boring job on earth. I can't help but feel like someone's laughing at me, yeah?" He asked to absolutely nobody, talking to himself like some sort of psycho or mentally ill person.
The shinobi leaped through the air, throwing his elbow outwards into his enemy's face, cracking his jaw and tossing him through the wall of the nearby building. He beamed triumphantly, pumping a fist into the air. "Ha! Take that, evildoer!" He perched on the roof of said building, striking what must have been fifty poses before pointing upwards into the dark of night, screaming. "By the light of the moon, I am--"
Snap.
Michishige Kudaranai closed the book in his lap in irritation, swatting at the area next to his face and coughing as a gust of wind kicked up a bit of sand into his face. "Augh! Goddamn, this is the worst book I've ever read!" The boy whined, reaching a hand up to rub at his face, fingers gingerly touching at the bandaged, broken looking nose on his face, eliciting a wince from the boy. His eyes brushed over the title of the book, again. 'Tale of the Silver Shinobi, huh? Who the hell writes this stuff?'
Michi tossed the book onto the ground, kicking some sand over it. Hands reached over his shoulders as he put his hood up, hoping it'd help him deal with the sand. He let out a long, drawn out sigh, leaning up against the roughly textured sandstone wall behind him. In front of him was, of course, the expanse of sand that was always there, and behind him was the village known as Sunagakure no Sato. He was positioned right on the left side of the gate to the place, tucked into a bit of shade that happened to be cast over the spot as the result of divine generosity. Or it just happened to be that way because of how the sun was setting. Either or. The boy began whistling a morose, slow tune, hand dipping into his coat pocket. Within a few moments of seemingly aimless rummaging, the boy had plucked a cookie from his pocket, hastily stuffing it into his mouth as to prevent the sand from swallowing it up before he could, gulping painfully as the far too large mass of cookie went down his throat. And idle glance around showed that, almost like always, it was just him. Not even any visitors to follow in and out of the village, today, nope. He'd just sit there and watch.
Michi let out a groan, a whine, of sorts, slumping down against the way which he leaned against partways. "Man, this's gotta be the most boring job on earth. I can't help but feel like someone's laughing at me, yeah?" He asked to absolutely nobody, talking to himself like some sort of psycho or mentally ill person.