Into the flames [Travel]

[V E L]

Eulisses' old bones began to creek as he continued on his path out of the village hidden in the mist. For reasons he couldn't seem to explain to himself he needed to see the fire country at least once more in his life. The old man always remembered the beauty of the lush forests and bright sun, but it had been over twenty years since he had last visited. After seventy-one years of life the old man still found himself searching for answers to unlock his sharingan. He couldn't understand why he continued to search for answers. Eulisses' couldn't help himself from his search for knowledge; He was an old man! What could he possibly learn from that place? However, it didn't matter to him. It was settled then, the old Uchiha was going to head off to the forest filled fire country.

Ol' Upir continued to walk for a couple more miles. He could feel a storm coming in his bones, but this did not stop him from seeking a ship to sail to the fire country. Wooden sandals clacked against the wooden docks, and he stopped to look around. A few boats could be seen, but one seemed to be a ferry. Three clicks could be heard after two steps when he would walk. One for each foot tapping the ground, and the third from his large walking staff. Finally, he had made his way onto the ferry. It was strange that no one had attempted to charge him for passage, but he would not look a gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps half an hour passed and the ferry set sail for the fire country.

As the ferry moved into the sea a storm began to shower the waters with fierce rain. The large boat bounced on the wake the storm created. The waves crashed at the sides of the boat, but the trip continued as planned. A few people began to get seasick along the way, but after an hour at sea the storm passed. The sky cleared and a double rainbow could be seen. Eulisses admired it for but a moment, and then was interrupted by a man screaming about how beautiful it was. "it's just a damned rainbow..." the old man thought to himself.

Eulisses awoke to the whistle of the ferry. It had docked at a new land. The old man awoke from what felt like the worst sleep he had ever had, and walked off of the ferry. Instantly he could tell where he was. Trees surrounded the docks. This was the fire country.

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[V E L]

Along the path between the trees Eulisses would walk. Soon fatigue came over him. He saw a large tree that seemed to bend in a shape to lay against.

"Perhaps a quick nap is in order..."

Eulisses whispered to himself. The old bones creaked as he laid his body against the tree, and as he sat he immediately fell asleep.

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The Woodlands which surrounded Konohagakure were beauteous, as they were protective. The enemy intrusions existed on a negligible scale, and even upon a lucky slip, they’d be thwarted by the Anbu who marched with purpose. Seven years of reconstruction and development did well to advance the Hidden Leaf’s security. A rather bold precaution set in stone by a more mature, and battle-hardened Hokage in the form of Uchiha Ryūsuke. While progressing his own talents, he did much to advance his people. Fond of the notion that a nation was only as strong as its people, he was wise enough to benefit all that encompassed him.

Nonetheless, even one of the illustrious Shadows that protected its home, the young cherry-blonde was forwarded little time to himself. Time for peace, reflection and closure on events that had transpired, but he had little time to act upon. This alone prompted the man to explore the lands he had ventured time and time before. A simple walk, a subtle stroll would suffice his need for fresh air. Upon giving himself acquiescence and admittance to leave, he would quickly make his way out of the village gates, expecting to be gone for only a few hours. That was all he needed, anyways.

Garbed in his traditional dark attire, purple hues peered forward as he motioned further and further away from the gates. Little did he know however, that he would meet someone near and dear to his clan. Using a mission as his guise and purpose for being out, he was expected to scout as best he could. “Hmm?” A subtle cackle sounded off to his near left, and upon further exploration, the young Uchiha found himself staring down an elder individual, rested upon a disfigured tree. Standing some ways off from his seated comforted, the boy looked on with curious eyes at the sight of someone who was well beyond their years. Was he… sleeping?

“Hello?” He inquired with a mature, though gentle tone.

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Scouting Part I
Rank: C
Repeatable: Yes
Description: With the shinobi all gathered and stationed within the village Konoha is a safe place to be. However this doesn't mean that danger doesn't lurk on the outskirts.
Obective: Search the Land of Fire for any mysterious persons. If a missing nin is spotted or a shinobi from another country is found, do not engage. Report back to the Hokage immediately.
Reward: 50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo

[V E L]

The old man's long grey robes rested on the soft grass beneath the tree. Follicle's of hair fell from the snowy white beard and down onto the old beaten robe. The old hat that Eulisses wore was almost wizard like. His stave supported this look, as it rested upon his shoulder and against the tree. The hermit muttered in his sleep as a young man approached. Eulisses looked absolutely homeless.

'Hello?'

The old man could hear a voice in his head, and immediately took it as danger. With a flash of speed Eulisses was standing and was entirely awake. His eyes spun and the crimson red began to show. He quickly scanned the young man that he considered an attacker interrupting his slumber. After waiting a few moments it seemed nothing happened. The hermit realized that he must have had a nightmare and took this man as an assailant!

Just as soon as they turned red, his eyes returned to their natural sky blue pigment. Lowing his guard, Eulisses leaned on his staff and smiled at the young man.

"Hello there young lad! Sorry, for a moment you startled me! Ho ho ho!"

The old man laughed after he spoke.

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Startled?!

Taking a single step back, the Hokage prepared himself for any altercation that would ensue. Right hand dropping down into his concealed pouch, located just near his lower back hoisted on a belt beneath his kosode, the Uchiha wouldn’t give his vantage point away. Holding a calm demeanor, he appeared as if he himself was startled, though ingeniously. Needless to say, his guard wouldn’t last long as the elderly individual yielded his enmity and reverted to what one could only assume as his true self. Calm, self-effacing, and wise; which was a given granted his age permitted much to be learned and experience during his time.

Before he returned to his calm carriage, however, the cherry blonde noted one featured that forced his eyes to broaden, if only for a second. Hues once a clear, vibrant ocean blue shifted to a malice-filled, blood-stained crimson. Circular blades spiraling around the pupils without hesitation. This sign of brilliance wasn’t ignored, and immediately gave away the mature male’s identity. At least his origins, to say the slightest; it was an utter and complete shock to the Hokage as his hand fell from out of his pouch and down to his second side. Startled now, for the lack of better wording, Ryūsuke was humbled. Meeting one of his own, at least he assumed for now, was stirring—one of the man’s age hadn’t been seen for some time.

“Not to intrude… But do you hail from the clan Uchiha?” He questioned.

Surely it had to be it, his eyes had given away his personal closure the moment they shifted. Even reverting back to their nearly blue didn’t do much to put the Hokage’s mind astray. His words were rather jovial, and he seemed at peace with himself. Yet his attire, and mannerisms hadn’t belonged to the Hidden Leaf; his identity wasn’t known, for Ryūsuke knew all his kinsmen without much effort. This man—this elderly, however was a new case. One the Shinobi wanted to indulge futher into.

[V E L]

Do you hail from the Uchiha Clan?

A surprised look shot across the old man's face. Eulisses had never met another uchiha in his lifetime. At the age of nine he had ran from the village hidden in the leaves. The Uchiha had never been able to learn his origin since that day. He searched for the leaf village again twenty years later, and could still not find it anywhere. He smiled at the young man, and for some reason it seemed as though he knew something about the clan.

"Well... I suppose I do! I left the leaf village as a young boy, before I had even become a genin!"

Eulisses' visage had changed quickly from happy to very serious.

"I have been in search of the leaf village for many years now. Or possibly any of my brothers! I suppose by now they're probably all dead. Perhaps I have a grandson! Ho ho ho!"

Just as quickly as he became serious, laughter slipped through his lips.

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Suspicions confirmed, it seemed the Uchiha, by some inadvertent occurrence, had stumbled upon one of his own. A soft, almost forthcoming smile ensuing across the boy’s lips as he looked upon an elder amongst his kinsmen and felt some sensation he couldn’t explain. It was different between meeting one of your own ages, lacking wisdom, and the years to supplement knowledge and experience that words couldn’t just suffice on their own. Meeting a potential living legend of the Uchiha was a rare, and divergent honor, one the Hokage didn’t plan to ruin, regardless of his position.

Dwelling further into his curiosity, the Hokage would seal his lids, for the time being, inhaling deeply before allowing his hues to blossom once more. Nonetheless, this time, upon further inspection, an obvious alternation would be discernable. Once an incandescent, attractive purple, the boy’s eyes had shifted into a deep crimson—three distinct blades swirling in the space just outside his pupils, for settling into the maturity which was his Sharingan. He was old, yet his senses and reflexes appeared to be as incisive as ever. If his eyes were as attentive as his legs were, such a manifestation would be recognized almost immediately.

“I too, hail from the Uchiha clan.” Though both mature and body, and ocular prowess, Ryūsuke was now seemingly outmatched in both age in experience. This man, possibly one of much knowledge and understanding could prove beneficial to not only the younger Uchiha, but the village in whole. After all, Konohagakure would always welcome those it raised back into its arms. “What are you doing out here?” More prominently, where did e currently reside, and what were his motives? Those two could wait, now all the Hokage wanted to know was why he decided to rest directly outside the village. He was more than welcomed to return for the evening.