Post by Shizuka Ryou on Feb 23, 2014 7:27:26 GMT
You can't hide your self, You can't run, We're fighting for our lives
And we just cannot lose again, There's not much time
His boots made a distinct, yet quiet, clacking sound as they collided with the hard rocky path. His pace was set at a brisk walk so as to not perchance tire him out before he even reached his destination. He was perhaps two hours out from Ounougakure no Sato now, and already the country side was falling to slums. Certainly 900 years had not done much to fix the giant ass scar that the war had left on the land, or at least, Ryou thought that was the reason the land was so barren, whether it actually was or not, the Captain didn't really care too much to actually speculate. No instead he just preferred to keep on his merry way and think about how he was going to accomplish his mission.
Certainly it would not prove to be that difficult of a task, especially for one such as himself, however complications always arose, that much he knew. For instance, he had not a single fucking clue as to what the hell the bastard even looked like. Sure he could probably search around for information, which he probably would as soon as he got there, but he would much rather just know who exactly his target was rather than have to sneak around in their territory and slowly under mine their authority. No he preferred to instead walk right on up to the ass hole and kick him in the face. Well that was assuming he was in fact a man. Oh hell, he'd still kick them in the face even if it were a woman. That was just the kind of guy he was after all.
As the wind began to put up a fuss, Ryou would adjust the mantle of his cloak so as to pull it closer to him and minimize its billowing around him and thus creating a crap ton of noise right in his ears. Unfortunately for him, the wind said fuck you, because his forest green cloak still billowed like a bat out of hell and annoyed him to quite the degree. Of course, after about ten minutes, he just drowned out the sound with his own thoughts, but in those ten minutes he spent his time cursing the fucking wind, the fucking land, the fucking war, and his own fucking sanity for wearing a fucking annoying cloak. Once he was done with that, however, he went back to thinking about kicking the Crime Lord in the face, and believe it or not, he found the concept quite satisfying, however not nearly as satisfying as actually being able to do it. Which if all went according to plan, would happen tonight.
That is if he wasn't almost dead certain he was lost. Two more hours had passed since he had put up a fuss about his cloak and now he was standing here, at a four way cross roads, trying to figure out where the hell he was to go next. Who the fuck builds a four way cross road and doesn't put up a sign? Fuck his luck. It also didn't help that there were mountains all around him preventing him from seeing a great deal of distance. So what did he do? What anyone would do in this situation. He stood there with his arms folded across his chest and his toe tapping the stone earth beneath his feet as he cursed his fucking luck, the fucking mountains, the weather (which was actually quite nice), and the moron that decided to troll him by building a fucking cross roads in the middle of the skull fucking mountains. Once that was done, however, he did the more logical thing and climbed up one of the mountains to the peak where he would be able to see.
Thank the lords that the peak wasn't that high up or Ryou would have been even more pissed off with the whole situation. So it was a small detour that took about an hour out of his day. Nothing too major, but it made him want to kick this Crime Lord's ass even more now. He wanted to be done with it already. He wanted to snap the fucking sword in half and chuck it into the- Oh hey there's the town. Ryou could see the town clear as day now from his new spot way up in the clouds. Of course judging the distance he could also tell it would take about another three hours for him to reach it, if only because of the mother fucking mountains between him and the town. Still it was within sight and that was good, right? Well it would have been, but now the Captain had to figure out a way down the mountain without snapping his own neck. A simple task, but one that was annoying as fuck.
It took him way too fucking long so simply pick out a path down the fucking steep ass cliff he had happened to have managed to of climbed to the top of. Fuck his luck. However, when he did at long last reach the bottom he just found one detour after another as he came across a wide ass raging rapid river. Thankfully, however, that detour could suck his fucking dick for a large tree made a nice bridge across it. So with that detour behind him, Ryou decided to make better time by using his acrobatics as a shinobi to leap from cliff face to cliff face, tree to tree, and finally at long last make it to he damned destination by the time the sun was starting to make its descent through the sky. So basically, he'd arrive some time in the after noon. Not bad only he still had no fucking clue as to what the hell his target looked like. He would have to fix that, now wouldn't he? Shouldn't be too damn difficult, after all he was a master when it came to the art of persuasion.
Certainly it would not prove to be that difficult of a task, especially for one such as himself, however complications always arose, that much he knew. For instance, he had not a single fucking clue as to what the hell the bastard even looked like. Sure he could probably search around for information, which he probably would as soon as he got there, but he would much rather just know who exactly his target was rather than have to sneak around in their territory and slowly under mine their authority. No he preferred to instead walk right on up to the ass hole and kick him in the face. Well that was assuming he was in fact a man. Oh hell, he'd still kick them in the face even if it were a woman. That was just the kind of guy he was after all.
As the wind began to put up a fuss, Ryou would adjust the mantle of his cloak so as to pull it closer to him and minimize its billowing around him and thus creating a crap ton of noise right in his ears. Unfortunately for him, the wind said fuck you, because his forest green cloak still billowed like a bat out of hell and annoyed him to quite the degree. Of course, after about ten minutes, he just drowned out the sound with his own thoughts, but in those ten minutes he spent his time cursing the fucking wind, the fucking land, the fucking war, and his own fucking sanity for wearing a fucking annoying cloak. Once he was done with that, however, he went back to thinking about kicking the Crime Lord in the face, and believe it or not, he found the concept quite satisfying, however not nearly as satisfying as actually being able to do it. Which if all went according to plan, would happen tonight.
That is if he wasn't almost dead certain he was lost. Two more hours had passed since he had put up a fuss about his cloak and now he was standing here, at a four way cross roads, trying to figure out where the hell he was to go next. Who the fuck builds a four way cross road and doesn't put up a sign? Fuck his luck. It also didn't help that there were mountains all around him preventing him from seeing a great deal of distance. So what did he do? What anyone would do in this situation. He stood there with his arms folded across his chest and his toe tapping the stone earth beneath his feet as he cursed his fucking luck, the fucking mountains, the weather (which was actually quite nice), and the moron that decided to troll him by building a fucking cross roads in the middle of the skull fucking mountains. Once that was done, however, he did the more logical thing and climbed up one of the mountains to the peak where he would be able to see.
Thank the lords that the peak wasn't that high up or Ryou would have been even more pissed off with the whole situation. So it was a small detour that took about an hour out of his day. Nothing too major, but it made him want to kick this Crime Lord's ass even more now. He wanted to be done with it already. He wanted to snap the fucking sword in half and chuck it into the- Oh hey there's the town. Ryou could see the town clear as day now from his new spot way up in the clouds. Of course judging the distance he could also tell it would take about another three hours for him to reach it, if only because of the mother fucking mountains between him and the town. Still it was within sight and that was good, right? Well it would have been, but now the Captain had to figure out a way down the mountain without snapping his own neck. A simple task, but one that was annoying as fuck.
It took him way too fucking long so simply pick out a path down the fucking steep ass cliff he had happened to have managed to of climbed to the top of. Fuck his luck. However, when he did at long last reach the bottom he just found one detour after another as he came across a wide ass raging rapid river. Thankfully, however, that detour could suck his fucking dick for a large tree made a nice bridge across it. So with that detour behind him, Ryou decided to make better time by using his acrobatics as a shinobi to leap from cliff face to cliff face, tree to tree, and finally at long last make it to he damned destination by the time the sun was starting to make its descent through the sky. So basically, he'd arrive some time in the after noon. Not bad only he still had no fucking clue as to what the hell his target looked like. He would have to fix that, now wouldn't he? Shouldn't be too damn difficult, after all he was a master when it came to the art of persuasion.
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