The Champion's Game
Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 10:32 am
Displays of Strength
The Ougonjidai Restaurant was an establishment in which you could find many different types of people. Most ordinarily, one could find whichever shinobi decided that today would be the day that they visited the finest restaurant in the village and enjoyed a meal there. Perhaps they were with family, perhaps with fellow shinobi, perhaps alone; frankly it didn't matter, for whenever anyone entered the door of the building they would always find such men and women. Perhaps more rarely, yet still far from uncommon, a man could find people here with ulterior motives. Instead of coming for the food, these men and women came to talk someone else into something. Perhaps it was a business proposition, perhaps a plan regarding certain families in a neighbouring country, perhaps even a proposal. The stone that made up Ougonjidai had seen it all. Yet the man that Kenitsuna Ken'ichi came to see was here for none of those things.
No. Akari Koyama was here to drink. So it was almost most days according to the child that Ken had sent to discover the Akari's schedule. The man would train in the day and retire to somewhere or other once he was done. More often than not, it was where they both found themselves now, Ougonjidai. For a place that had seen so much as it had, this would be the first time that it had borne witness to a recruitment into what was now Ken's Kinjuu. That was why he was here after all; he had come into command of an organization that that seen better days, but now it was his job to put the pieces back together. When he was done, he could only imagine that the third Tsuchikage himself would see the group in a prideful light.
Or he would if Ken succeeded in all that he wished to do. The first step was in the here and now, however, and not in the far flung future. So it was that the man would grab two shots in return for a glint of silver and sit himself down before the giant that he was here to see. Whether or not he had found company yet mattered not at all, and regardless the second of the two glasses would drift across the table into the Special Jounin's hands. The first would find its contents upended into the Bannin's mouth mere moments later, before he would gesture at a nearby bartender.
"Two more, if you please."
The Ougonjidai Restaurant was an establishment in which you could find many different types of people. Most ordinarily, one could find whichever shinobi decided that today would be the day that they visited the finest restaurant in the village and enjoyed a meal there. Perhaps they were with family, perhaps with fellow shinobi, perhaps alone; frankly it didn't matter, for whenever anyone entered the door of the building they would always find such men and women. Perhaps more rarely, yet still far from uncommon, a man could find people here with ulterior motives. Instead of coming for the food, these men and women came to talk someone else into something. Perhaps it was a business proposition, perhaps a plan regarding certain families in a neighbouring country, perhaps even a proposal. The stone that made up Ougonjidai had seen it all. Yet the man that Kenitsuna Ken'ichi came to see was here for none of those things.
No. Akari Koyama was here to drink. So it was almost most days according to the child that Ken had sent to discover the Akari's schedule. The man would train in the day and retire to somewhere or other once he was done. More often than not, it was where they both found themselves now, Ougonjidai. For a place that had seen so much as it had, this would be the first time that it had borne witness to a recruitment into what was now Ken's Kinjuu. That was why he was here after all; he had come into command of an organization that that seen better days, but now it was his job to put the pieces back together. When he was done, he could only imagine that the third Tsuchikage himself would see the group in a prideful light.
Or he would if Ken succeeded in all that he wished to do. The first step was in the here and now, however, and not in the far flung future. So it was that the man would grab two shots in return for a glint of silver and sit himself down before the giant that he was here to see. Whether or not he had found company yet mattered not at all, and regardless the second of the two glasses would drift across the table into the Special Jounin's hands. The first would find its contents upended into the Bannin's mouth mere moments later, before he would gesture at a nearby bartender.
"Two more, if you please."