A Return [Closed|Meimu]

The ruins of the once mighty village. Beware what lurks inside.

A Return [Closed|Meimu]

PostPosted by Ketsu » Tue May 31, 2011 2:34 pm



He was alone.

The dark, gloomy sky canvassed the locale in a dreary shade of grey that, when combined with the ruins of the former Kirigakure no sato (or so he'd been told) made the area seem like it was much worse than it really was. He looked around, taking in everything that was around him, committing it to memory. He could... smell? someone else in the area. Something about it, about them. He wanted to make sure that, in the chance a battle DID in fact occur, that he would know the best strategies to attack with, the best defenses to hide behind and the best sneak attacks. Spinning his body as his right foot dragged along the ground, his body clothed in a jacket, pants and shoes, he stared intently at the sound of the noise.

He heard something... or at least, he thought he'd heard something from the area directly behind him, but alas there was nothing there. With no equipment, and unable to remember the exact handseals for his jutsu, he was at a bit of a loss if whoever this was behind him and around him decided they wanted to fit. There was enough debris around that he was sure that SOMETHING could be used as a weapon when it comes down to it, but he needed to be sure of it. He slowly spun again, scanning everything surrounding him as he looked for something that he could use as a weapon when and if he needed to fight. There was only one, maybe two things... but from this far away (being three feet from one thing and seven feet from the other) he couldn't be one-hundred percent about their quality to know if any or either of them would be able to suffice as a weapon.

With a chuckle, he turned again, now facing the same direction he had started in, and walked forward, arriving at the shoreline within a minute or two. The smell of the salty water was preset and very strong, piercing through his nostrils and into his brain, attacking with no remorse the parts of his brain that identified smell. When combined with the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the cliff he was on, he was unable to hear or smell anyone else around and could relax; or so he thought. In fact, the exact opposite occurred, and he was only more paranoid that something or someone would come up and push him off to the point where he couldn't get back up which would naturally cause him to die. Or at least get seriously hurt. Sighing sharply and heavily, he stood back up and turned around again, walking away from the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the rock dimmed; the sharp smell of the salt in the air and water dulled. Eye peering through their sides, he monitored everything in his sight, careful to make sure that nothing could get a sneak attack on him.

Maybe he wasn't alone after all.
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