Eye Can't Believe it

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Eye Can't Believe it

Post by Texas » Fri Jul 29, 2022 5:51 pm

Tenzin had been traveling incognito for a while now, especially going back and forth between Konoha and Dragon's Breath. It was important that the shinobi hid identity as he continuously kept tabs on the are that was recently taken over. Since him and his Commander had lead the charge in the full take-over, the villages and trading areas have been a little bit chaotic. The change in leadership, although from face value hasn't changed much.... the idea that there will always be a big brother looking over the area wasn't usually in high praises by the common tradesperson over there. Especially when it came to black market dealings. Due to these visits being incognito, Tenzin had started to get used to leaving his headband and shinobi vest at his residence. If he was on an official mission he would wear either his normal shinobi gear or even his anbu gear. However, for the purposes of traveling between the two locations, it wasn't fully necessary.

During his travels, Tenzin had heard of a disruptive man who was easy to anger that sold fish in the markets of Dragon's Breath. It was believed that he actually didn't live on the island, but more lived near the skinny part of the Dragon Country. One day on Tenzin's way back from Dragon's Breath, the shinobi decided to take a slower route on the off chance that he would find out who this person was. After some investigating with other traders, it was rumored that his eyes would glow purple when angered.

The silver haired shinobi arrived to a local bar that was several meters from the main road. It was somewhat close to the water and seemed to overall be a local bar. Tenzin walked in with his hands in his pockets. With a careful gaze upon the small bar, he saw a few different blue collar men throughout the bar. Some in groups of 2 and 3 sitting at circular tables and others alone at the bar itself. Tenzin walked up to the bar and ordered an ale.

"Just one for now" he coarsely said before the waiter went to the keg to pour a glass.

When the waiter arrived, he plopped it down on the table. "Aye Tab er are ye payin uhp front."

Tenzin did a half cocked smile and took out some change from his pockets. When he placed it on the table, he used the same hand to grab the ale and simple muttered "Thank you". Tenzin then turned around and walked over to a circular table that wasn't occupied and took a seat. It was a small and relaxing vibe over all. Clearly the local watering hole where workers would come to blow off steam. Maybe after a beer or two he could ask around nonchalantly about the rumors he had heard.
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Hatake, TenzinKonohagakure no SatoSpecial Jounin
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Eye Can't Believe it

Post by Valkier » Mon Aug 01, 2022 6:01 pm

The passing of years had done little to ease the memory of the red night that had stolen away the livelihood of Fukusha Shoshu. The passions and purpose of that young man were as absent now as his right arm, replaced only by pain and bitterness. If anything, those grew with time rather than faded, despite the endless claims of people who had suffered neither.

Two weeks ago those memories had assaulted him again. It was happening more and more often now, and he was distantly aware that he lost control a little more each time, but what was a man to do? It wasn't his fault. Something in the smoke and smells drifting across the Seledar Market that day had triggered it, he thought, taking him right back to that night in the wartime camp. It was only afterwards, stumbling away from another bloodied corpse left floating in the docks, that he'd come to the sobering realisation that he hadn't, in fact, still been at war. That the young man whose head he'd crushed with his one remaining arm hadn't, in fact, been an enemy ninja set on Shoshu's own demise. It wasn't his fault. The man had been in his face all night, asking questions, probing, sneering. Even now, Shoshu's lip began to curl at the memory. Utter fool.

He shook his head and tried to make himself forget about it, and to ignore the way the locals ducked into doorways or alleys ahead of him to avoid his passing. One particularly bold fisherman met his eye for a long, drawn-out moment as Shoshu passed, before eventually lowering his gaze to feign extreme interest in a half-repaired net. Shoshu scowled, annoyed by both the cowardice and the judgement of everyone around him. Not a single one of these soft pathetic men had any right to judge him. Seeing them fear him, even just a little—not a one of them was truly wise enough to fear him as he should be feared—stirred a little spark of emotion somewhere in his heart, yes, but that also meant he'd perhaps stayed in the region a little too long.

Where next? He wondered, slipping through the evening streets of the market town. Since limping away from Iwagakure's bombs and betrayals in the war he'd roamed between the minor countries, trying to avoid notice by the Grand Five, and by Iwagakure most of all. But the war had kept raging without him, and the fighting had spread to even this distant corner of the known world. Two ninja in particular had led the scouring of Dragon Country, and now it lay divided and broken by their hand. All he'd wanted was a quiet life, away from the eyes of other ninja. But instead he'd been inevitably drawn into the resistance against the new Fire Country overlords, helping this sliver of the old Dragon Country cling to a shred of its former freedoms. It was that or risk even greater odds of discovery, but even in victory that net closed ever inwards. Once upon a time he'd relished notoriety, but nowadays it was a curse he'd been trying to avoid for years. Maybe it's time to finally make the jump across to the Shrimp Continent? He mused. He'd stand out more there, but it was one of the last bastions away from the Grand Five, especially now that his old nation of Iwagakure were again on the warpath along their southern borders.

These thoughts still filled the bitter Fukusha's mind as he strolled past one of the waterfront bars, until a sudden danger sense drew his attention back to the present and caused his pace to falter. There was a newcomer at one of the tables who clearly didn't belong. Shoshu recognised most of the locals by now, and this was certainly not one; he wasn't nearly dirty or downtrodden enough. His eyes were too curious, his posture too...calculated. Shoshu subtly shifted to walk deeper in the shadows and continued away, hoping to avoid notice. Once out of sight, however, he circled back through a dark alleyway and remained concealed in its entrance, from where he could keep a distant eye on that bar and its new patron. The chances were good it was nothing—some passing nobody killing time on his way to more important places, probably—but one could never be too careful. He'd just wait and watch for a little while to make sure there was nothing more to it...
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Terūin Hayashi ۞ Jounin ۞ Konohagakure no Sato ۞ Hayashi-tai Gosei ۞ ANBU ۞ [#E5D3C1] [#ED9E84]
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Post by Texas » Thu Aug 11, 2022 9:52 pm

The silver haired man stared down his drink until he had the weird feeling that someone was watching him. Instead of reacting to it, he simply lifted his glass and lifted it upside down as the top of the glass hit his mouth, so did the ale. Tenzin downed his drink, a move he had witnessed before from a man that seemed too casual. Although at the time it seemed misplaced, the Anbu Agent did a version of it that felt more natural to himself. Upon finishing the drink, Tenzin slammed the mug on the ground and smiled. He got up and walked over to the bar. "Another please", while the bartender turned around to get him some ale, a smaller group of men raised their glass to him. Tenzin had figured that these men were happy that someone came in and drank so casually. In the shinobi's mind, he was hoping that although he was a new face, he would fit in with the crowd. As the bartender walked over with his drink, the Captain placed some extra money on the table with his right hand to not only pay for the drink, but to leave a tip as well. "Ah actually" he muttered before leaving the bar, "could I get a bottle of sake with one glass as well?" The bartender smiled and went to go grab the sake.

Tenzin wasn't much of a drinker, but he wanted to give the illusion of being relaxed. If someone was watching and his feeling was correct, then it was important to act as though he wasn't a threat. There were only a few scenarios that the shinobi could think of. If the feeling of someone watching him went away and no one became physically present, then he would have to leave to see who was watching him. It would be better to make sure there wasn't a threat and if someone skilled like the rumors have been said was watching him, then Tenzin would have to act.

However, if that person walked in, it would allow Tenzin the opportunity to keep an eye and then stalk this person. Someone cautious enough to hide and observe before being seen would have to be someone that the Leaf Shinobi would be weary of. With those minds racing through his mind, the bartender placed the sake bottle on the table followed by the small glass. Tenzin smiled and said "oh yeah here you go! I had a good couple of days, what a great place to celebrate." With his right arm he grabbed the bottle and placed the spare fingers to grab the glass. With his left, he grabbed the ale. Tenzin walked over to his table and placed all of the drinks on the top near his seat. He quickly turned and dropped more money at the bar, only to make his way back to his seat. The shinobi gazed upon the glasses with excited eyes. The drinks looked so good!
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Ishiguro, AkihikoKumogakure no SatoGenin
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Post by Valkier » Thu Sep 22, 2022 5:29 pm

Shrouded still in the evening shadows of the alley mouth, Shoshu waited quietly. Curiosity warred with wariness as he watched the newcomer in the bar knock back a couple of drinks and chat, amiably it seemed, with the bartender. All in all, it wasn't particularly suspicious. The overwhelming odds were that this man was just an out-of-towner passing through and killing an evening by relaxing at the little streetside bar. That was pretty much the done thing here, even among the locals; there's not much else to do in town like this, even on the busier market days. But even so, Shoshu crouched down to rest on his haunches and observed for a little while longer, waiting until the man had put away a couple of drinks to be sure. At the rate he was going with them, Shoshu wouldn't have to worry either way anyway.

Eventually, he rose and turned to leave, satisfied for the moment that he wasn't in any urgent danger. His mind drifted back to thoughts of leaving town as he walked, mulling over options and arrangements to be made. It would hurt to lose all his efforts here, though. Even with his occasional... lapse, like the fortnight past, he still had a small business going here where he'd sell some easy catches of fish. It was an easy, hassle-free life. A shame to walk away from it over just a passing suspicion. But such was the price for a wanted man living on the run...

He hestated, his pace slowing until he stood still further down the alleyway. Why should he keep running, hiding from every passing moment of paranoia? That was no way to live, not in the long-term, and certainly not for a man of his calibre. This stranger in the bar was likely a nobody. A man who wouldn't know him, and care about him even less. Was that worth throwing everything away for? And all the effort of setting himself up, yet again, in an even more distant and decrepid cesspit of a town? Shoshu turned back around, looking back the way he'd come, weighing the options in his head.
And if the man was an enemy? ...Well, honestly, Shoshu perferred to face threats head on. All this scurrying around and hiding like a rat in a restaurant grated on his soul, more and more every time. And there was a very good reason that the locals had come to fear him.
He looked up at the cloud-blackened sky, sighed, then took a step back down the alley in the direction of the bar. One way or another, he resolved to find his answer tonight.

A few minutes later he stepped slowly into the same little bar, eyes immediately flickering across the room and analysing the patrons. Tomasu, the owner, was serving at the bar as always. Two of the regulars at a nearby table he knew by name, even though both refused to meet his eyes today. Evidently the town was still gossiping about his last little incident at the docks. Another pair, on the far side of the bar, he was passingly familiar with, though he didn't know their names. This was the sort of place where although you might see the same faces passing by most days, you didn't stick your nose in them. By respecting their privacy he'd earned the right to keep his own.

And then there was the newcomer. Shoshu nodded to the barkeep and tapped a knuckle against one of the bar taps, then dropped a couple of ryo coins to the counter. Tomasu silently poured and passed him a glass, then promptly busied himself at the other end of the bar counter without a word. Shoshu sniffed and turned around, leaning casually against the bar and openly examining the patrons - including the newcomer - without bothering to conceal his growing sneer.

The newcomer seemed younger than he'd expected, and tall, with a distinctive shock of silver-white hair. Something about that itched at his mind, though he couldn't place it in the moment. Up close, though, the man's athleticism was fairly obvious to a trained eye. Interesting. From his vantage point near the bar he couldn't see the man's hands clearly, but he wondered whether they bore the callouses of a labourer, or something else even more telling. He let his eyes linger on the man until he was sure his examination had been noticed - and then, very deliberately, Shoshu turned and spat to the side, before looking away and taking a couple of large mouthfuls of ale. Then he waited to see if and how the man would react. The locals, as expected, were still pretending not to notice him.

And, unexpectedly, Shoshu found that he was actually hoping that the man would confront him. He was itching to put someone in their place to liven up the night. Just once more. He could use that wonderful thrill to carry him through to morning.
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Hachiya KotoriGeninIwagakure no SatoUkiyogenma Jinchuuriki[Gold] [#BF8040]
Terūin Hayashi ۞ Jounin ۞ Konohagakure no Sato ۞ Hayashi-tai Gosei ۞ ANBU ۞ [#E5D3C1] [#ED9E84]
Yamanaka YukariGeninKonohagakure no Sato[#AEADA9] [#D7D6D4]
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Post by Texas » Tue Oct 04, 2022 4:58 pm

The calmness of the bar was an overall vibe. Although there were a few pockets of filled tables, most of the men and women that had taken seats at the bar were overall relaxing at would seem like a long day of work. With all of the drinks in front of the Anbu Captain, he made sure to go easy on the drinks as a whole. He wasn't on official business, more or less, he was on a personal investigation. During his time sitting there, the feeling of someone watching disappeared overall. Even though Tenzin couldn't fully sense someone based on presence, he could feel a slight strength in chakra that was near him.

With eyes gazed upon him felt fleeting, it didn't take too long before someone had walked into the bar. The silver haired man, held onto one of his several drinks and continued to act aloof and high spirited. He used his peripherals to keep tabs on the new man that had walked in. It was important to note that the chakra coming from him was slightly different than the rest of the people at the bar.... it was stronger. Another key characteristic was that he was missing an arm. What was a calm and relaxing vibe of workers knocking back a few after a hard day's work... changed suddenly. It got slightly quieter and there was a sudden tension.

All of these factors caused Tenzin to feel perplexed. An eerie feeling overwhelmed the man, to the point where he couldn't just sit there. The young man decided to use his oblivious charm to attempt to up the mood slightly, but also get himself closer to the strange man. Was this the guy he was looking for?

The shinobi stood up slowly from his chair several minutes after the man had walked in. Although Tenzin didn't have any shinobi attire, to a trained eye he would probably stick out a little bit. He picked up his sake cup along with the small jar the sake was in and made his way towards the bar. On his way, he stopped by one of the tables that had a couple of men and one woman sitting at it drinking ale. He smiled and approached in a friendly way keeping track of his body language to ensure the image of harmless intent. "Hey guys, as you can see... I ordered too much haha" he laughed a couple seconds in awkwardness before he continued, "Here take this as a gift, I'll get you guys a couple more glasses so you can all drink this." Although uncommon, the group smiled back and accepted it in a friendly manner. After a brief smile, Tenzin turned his body and began to walk to the bar. Because of this excuse, it gave him a nice position next to the armless man.

As he stood next to him, Tenzin lifted up his right arm to get the bartender's attention. When the bartender came around Tenzin simply asked for a few more sake glasses to give the table. While the bartender turned around to grab a few glasses, Tenzin turned to him acting nonchalant "Hey, I ordered a little too much to drink, would you like a glass too?" With a kind smile and positive intent, the real thought in the back of Tenzin's mind kept him slightly on guard.... What will this man say or do?
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Post by Valkier » Sun Oct 23, 2022 3:02 pm

Shoshu's sneer faltered momentarily then dropped away to impassivity as the man he was watching failed to react to his taunting spit. It wasn't in the same way as the others in the bar, however; where the regular patrons pointedly avoided looking at him, feigning ignorance to his disdain in an effort to avoid any further untoward attention, the newcomer seemed to act like he simply didn't think there was anything worth reacting to. Smug little bastard, Shoshu thought. Perhaps the fellow was used to that sort of thing, and was immune to such simple goading. Or perhaps he figured there was just nothing to fear. Shoshu's single fist silently curled, and he had to consciously loosen it as the man approached. He kept his face studiously blank instead of returning the offered smile.

At the invitation for a drink, he pointedly met and held the man's eyes—turquoise, like the calm, shallow waters of a tropical coast—then looked him up and down. Tall, athletic. And that silver hair... Eventually, without saying anything, Shoshu nodded. Not taking his eyes off of the man, he reached behind him and pulled the four glasses out of the approaching bartender's hands, ignoring the man's hissed intake of breath. Then he met the newcomer's eye again and nodded back to the table where the two other patrons sat watching after they'd been offered drinks as well.

Pushing himself away from the bar with his hip, he strolled casually across the room and deposited the four glasses, one in front of each of the locals and the other two on opposite sides of the small round table, for himself and the newcomer. He dragged a chair over from the next table, its feet screeching loudly across the floor and motioned at the last space on the table for Tenzin to come and join them. Assuming he did begin moving that direction, Shoshu would sit down, quite uninvited by the two locals who now sat rigid, anxious, and silent. Shoshu began to smile, but it was a cold smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"So," he rasped, and pushed his glass forward to be filled, "tell us about yourself, stranger. What brings you all the way out here to our thriving metropolis?" The emphasis he laced onto the last two words revealed just how little he thought of the small village. But all the while as he sat and spoke, his eyes were alert and watching, and his mind was racing. Something about the man's silver hair, or perhaps the eyes, still nagged at him... Had he seen them before...?
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~Flames of Hate • Walking Stance
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The Fukusha will pair their feet in an L stance, and have a casual movement to them despite their mind being on edge. This stance is typically used to lull opponents into thinking the user is relaxed as their feet are paired shoulder width apart, and knees slightly bent for immediate leverage when needed. While moving the user will typically keep their body on edge as if to react out of instinct to dodge, parry, or block any incoming attacks. In this stance the users keep their torso up straight.

~Flames of Hate • Susano'o's Sight
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Possessing immense battle sense and perception, the user is aware of even the most subtle details around them, to a point where they can even pick up on the slightest tension changes in an opponent’s body allowing him predict their movement before it is complete or even read what someone is writing by the way their pencil moves. At times their eyes seem to move on their own will, rapidly tracking an amount of movements equal to their [Speed]/2.
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Post by Texas » Wed Nov 16, 2022 4:14 pm

The bar wasn't much, but it was indeed a great local watering hole. Chairs and tables were old, some stains from either blood or beer, and the locals themselves were a finite amount but clearly knew each other. With the stale smell in the air, Tenzin gazed over with his turquoise eyes and silver hair. He tried to be nonchalant about taking tabs of everyone in the place. A pseudo smile always did one of two things, it provided a false sense of security for the people around him. However, to the trained eye it would provide unease and discomfort.

Through the peripherals, Tenzin took note of the one armed man clenching his only fist. To the leaf shinobi, he couldn't gauge if this man already made him or if he simply had an axe to grind with the world. If it was the latter, Tenzin would respect the metal mindset. The shinobi watched as the one armed angsty man grabbed the glasses and signaled him to come over. The loud screeching of the chair was clearly a point of contention that Tenzin wasn't quite ready for yet. The room still incredibly tense, he strolled with the fake smile over to the misbehaved man-child. Acting as if nothing happened, the anbu agent took a seat near the angry man. As he sat in the wobbly chair, a slight crooked noise came from it. He could feel the age from the uncleaned wood.

To Tenzin's surprise, the cold man spoke up first. This opportunity was something the shinobi couldn't pass up. His once fake smile actually turned into something real. However, what was a felt genuine had the darkest of intentions. After the war the shinobi's life and view of life changed drastically. He always strived to do good and protect his village. With those fading years his skewed view still is relatively in the same camp, but now he wishes to increase himself as a warrior by whatever-means-necessary. He has performed a few surgeries on Konoha based shinobi in order to help expand their horizons and elevate them to a new level. This followed by doing experiments on the left over bodies has allowed the man to take a great interest in what others are capable of. If the rumors were true, then the man to his right with a missing arm truly intrigued him.

With a sniffle and a smile, Tenzin started by looking at Shoshu. With a slight tilt and moving his head back and forth, Tenzin would make it clear that he was including everyone in the conversation. "Oh well thank you for the warm welcome. My name is Taku I'm coming back from Dragon's Breath. Believe it or not I just started a spa over there and it is going exceptionally well." He would reach for the pitcher and begin to pour drinks into the mugs for everyone as he continued speaking. "This place was on my way to gather some materials and I figured that I deserved to celebrate a little bit." After he finished pouring he covered his face. "I embarrassingly am also trying to promote my place as well. I've been stopping at different bars every time I travel to buy drinks and talk about my new spa." Tenzin would slightly turn to the bartender and then the last two people sitting at the other table. "Come on over guys I would like to give a toast and then get to learn more about all of you"

In hopes that nothing got interrupted everyone would bring what they were drinking and walk on over. Even the bartender reluctantly would pour himself his own drink before swiftly walking over. This gave the impression and confirmed Tenzin's suspicions. Not a lot of people come to this bar and it was clear that this for the most part was almost everyone. Tenzin's right hand would be scratching the back of his head, while his mug would be held with his left hand. As Tenzin spoke, he softened his voice a little bit, making it only slightly harder to hear. During Tenzin's speech, the people of the bar might be more inclined to lean in to make sure they hear everything the man had to say.......
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Hatake, TenzinKonohagakure no SatoSpecial Jounin
Ishiguro, AkihikoKumogakure no SatoGenin
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