Getting The Feeling [O]

[Rui]

It had been magnificent, to say the least. Konohagakure had been exactly as he imaged it was before. Many people littered the streets, kids running far ahead of their parents in anticipation of their destination, others walking their pets, and some simply enjoying life. Things had been good here, unlike where he had previously came from. Every village should have this prosperity. It saddened him that there were people willing to take away from the innocent.

Taking gradual steps, he approached a bench. Nobody had been sitting there, leaving enough room for him to sit, as well as put his equipment, consisting of his only sword. He layed back, staring across the street, about five meters away, at the ramen shop that had been sat up. This place had plenty of customers, each seat, with it being a total of four, had been full. He would definitely have to check it out later.

“Hmm,” he said, pondering about what had been the results of the war between Sunagakure and Iwagakure. The worst had always plagued his thoughts, yet he remained optimistic, hoping that the former actually succeeded with defending their home. He looked up, peering into the cloudy sky, letting the rays of the sun beam against his armor, gleaming down onto the floor. Dampening his breathing, he would close his eyes, and relax, his face against the wind.

[Yoshi]

Panic, littered the young shinobi's thoughts. This was yet another error he had conceived with his idiocy. His mind raced, as he looked for the ninjato he forgot while training within the village. His vision, frantically, shifting back and forth quickly taking in the entire scene while he traversed from roof top to roof top. Until finally stoppin on the roof of the old style Ichiraku Ramen shop that was famous for its ramen.

Stopping, he surveyed the area quickly again before a flash of the sun's rays blinded his vision. The metal from his ninjato which was stabbed into the upper part of a tree within the village was reflecting the rays.

" HiHi Ha! Now to just get over there. . . one big jump should do it!" He exclaimed this at the top of his lungs as he launched himself towards the tree. Sadly his trajectory was wrong and ended up miscalculating how much strength he needed for the jump. His body rag dolled as he tried to reach out for the weapon stuck in the tree. His body was sent hurtling towards the bench far below him.

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[Rui]

A rendezvous of thoughts congregated in mind as sunrays rested lifelessly upon the armor that sheltered his body. The wind stroking his garments halted at the bellowing of a voice filled with thrill. His eyelids cracked immediately, allowing him to pinpoint its location. Looking up, there had been a boy with green hair and orange eyes. From the looks of it, they were aiming to remove a sword from a tree, but everything went wrong.

The boy had slipped, tumbling down toward where Kansei had been resting. Even he knew that a fall like that could be dangerous depending on how you land. Darting upward with a slight nudge of his feet, he sailed toward the boy, grabbing them across the abdomen, and landing with them on his shoulder as he stood upon the building the boy had descended. Carefully setting the boy down, he stepped back, crossing his arms, and letting out a grunt.

“You should watch where you’re going, kid,”

his tone stern.

“Or you could get hurt.”

he turned away.

[Yoshi]

His fall was erratic, yet before he could balance himself out his body was grabbed. The feelings caused him to shiver all over. The armor was hot almost like it was alive, this made Hayabusa look at the person who saved him. They were about two 1/2 meters tall from his view over the mysterious individuals shoulder. A slight warming sensation went throughout his body as Mokuba was set down and told not to do such things.

A bright red flush overran his facial feature ,and, his hair fell over his eyes. The man in the armor had just scolded him but a sense of happiness filled his heart. He questioned himself."Hmm, doesn't he know I'm a shinobi. . . he didn't have to say it like that." Gathering what strength he had left in his body after falling he stood upwards facing the "Masked Man". "Hey! Umm, thank you but I still need to get that." Hayabusa raised a perfectly suntanned hand and pointed at his ninjato still stuck in the tree.

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[Rui]

The man, given a slightly different impression of shinobi, appreciated the gratitude of the boy. Maybe not all of them were as atrocious as he perceived them to be. Still, he loathed them, and would have rather they not existed. He seemed especially concerned with his ninjato, pointing east where it had been lodged into a tree a meter away. Kansei steps blurred forward toward the tree, swiftly withdrawing the blade from the tree, and returning to the front of the boy at the same speed as before.

“Here you go,”

his tone generous.

“Do you know how to use that sword?"

his mind wondering.

[Yoshi]

It embarrassed Mokuba to ask for help because of his inner turmoil and self-loathing. Parting his stray hairs from his face, the young shinobi once again saw his savior. The glistening white warrior before him retrieved the Ninjato two meters away from him. After receiving the weapon Mokuba, bowed graciously. " Some days I wish I didn't. . . uhh I mean. . . he he he."

His little slip of the tongue caused him to smile wide and have a look of innocence and happiness. This was of course just a facade that he created since his inner turmoil was devastating. Yet, only skilled people could see the crack in his smile and eyes closed gesture.

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[Rui]

The boy’s respect had been present in their bow, but disgruntled words displayed the emotions they could not convey. Kansei could sympathize with the kid, having fought with a sword all his life. Each, and every battle, many people were slaughtered, with the stains of matured blood still coating his blade. Regardless, he took pride in his endeavors. Whenever he accomplished something, his country got to reap its fruits, as well.

“What do you mean ‘some days’?”

he queried, pointing at the boy.

[Yoshi]

He wanted to convey his full feelings to the "Masked Man" but he couldn't. Telling a complete stranger his internal turmoils seemed too much. Instead steps were taken to change the conversation away from anything personal.

" I meant nothing of it, haha. Just me speaking weirdly again I guess. A ninja without any purpose tends to do stuff like that."

The boy's attempts to hide his sadness as a flicker of regret showed when he held the ninjato upwards inspecting it again.

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[Rui]

Whether the boy had been lying or not could not be determined, but it was as they said. He probably was not the only one. There are plenty shinobi who have no purpose, killing others of spite. This had been why he did not like them. Still, he would give this boy a chance. Him being a child, he has not gotten the chance to experience war. Kansei participated in those that happened. It had been far bloodier then than now.

“Do you wanna learn how to use that blade?"

curious to hear the boy’s answer.

[Yoshi]

Hayabusa looked at the "Masked Man" with intrigue. " What was his purpose to say that to me?" Raising straight up standing a short distance away(5m) from the samurai, he spoke. " What reason would you have to teach a ninja? Aren't you afraid I might back stab you already worried I might back stab you."

Hayabusa tilted his head, looked at the samurai with a puzzled look as his green hair covered his face and eyes. The answer was actually encoded to test the reactions of the person before him. His suspicion rose and his curiosity bit at his mind furiously to know more about this "samurai".

But the realization of the reason he needed the Ninjato back resurfaced. He has all his tools and needed to make a clean getaway from the uchiha infested village. " On second though. . . I will have to take up your offer later. I have matters to attend too. . . but we will meet again but maybe next time I'll look more like you. "

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[Rui]

“True,”

a mellow sigh.

The thought had spun circles around his mind. It was true that his distaste for shinobi were high, but this boy had been different. At least that is how he felt. He would eye the boy, gazing into their own as eye contact is made. With the kid announcing their departure, Kansei then remembered his mission. It was up to him to notify the Hokage of Sunagakure’s status.

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