Post by Kiyomasa Okuma on Aug 15, 2013 22:07:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Katsuro [Plot] WORDS. 551 LYRICS. one reason, FADE NOTES. Hope that intro was good enough for ya Sin | I will be your deadman, With nothing but this blood on my hand.  Stuck in your wonderland It was a lovely day in Kirigakure no Sato. There had been only a light mist today, so the village was able to enjoy more sun than the usual norm. More people were out on the streets rather than hanging out at the local pub because of this and boy did it give a certain seven swordsman a sight to see during the morning hours as he sat on the roof of his apartment. He was up on the thatched roof this morning just like any other morning he had nothing to do simply doing his morning routine, and that routine was polishing and taking care of his weaponry. That morning he had taken care to go through all of his throwing tools, kunai, shuriken, you name it, and polish and or sharpen each and every one to make sure they were in ready throwing condition. While he took to this simple yet long process of an act, he also watched over the village streets about three stories below him, making sure that nothing nefarious happened right under his nose. Of course, it was Okuma's luck that he lived pretty much right next door to the most infamous pub in all of Kirigakure. Men from all over the village flocked to it like sheep and soon enough there was already commotion coming from within. There was the usual boisterous laughter from joke telling and conversation droll but there was also something else. Yelling perhaps? Yeah that had to be it, cause soon enough a bar stool went flying through the window into the streets colliding with a series of trash cans along the opposite wall and causing quite the clatter. Of course it couldn't just be a normal day. No day's like this always brought THEM out. The idiots. Okuma sighed as the fighting began and soon carried out into the streets. He took his time getting off of his ass, though, cause to be honest he didn't care to break up the fight too much, he would rather polish his tools, but alas they were getting closer and closer to endangering civilians and as such he had to do something. Not only that, but the fighting was beginning to make his blood boil. God dammit now he wanted to fight something. Too bad these goons wouldn't give him the slightest bit of a challenge. So he took his time. Put his weapons back in their cases all neat and tidy, then, at long last, stood up nice and tall. It took him only moments to reach the ground since he simply walked off of the roof and landed without even needing a crouch. Then it would take a simple, stop a punch, catch a kick, and block a body slam to stop the three morons from continuing. Well okay, he immediately flipped them all onto their back sides after wards by knocking them off balance which wasn't too hard considering they were already drunk off of their asses. "Pathetic, you lot call yourselves men of Kirigakure? You should be ashamed. Not even able to hold your liquor or fists in public." Of course he was one to talk about the fists part, but hey, he usually made sure no civilians were around before he got right into a fight. Usually. |
