A Day In Stew[P]

[Śākyamuni]

The street was crowded, absolutely swarming with the commoners that worked without a whim in their way. Munande concerns clouded their minds as they toiled for a unseen lord. The Mizukage Position had changed around so many times, the majority of people may indeed have stopped caring. It was just another faceless man who would be replaced in a few months. They would have to go through Tax returns all over again, and the entire situation stunk of revolt. Well, perhaps not so much revolt, but more a general unrest. It was likely they wouldn't do anything about it, they weren't be overtly misled by the commanders of the country.
Shrugging slightly, Emiya moved his way through the crowd with the typical grace of someone in his own position. Someone with the require abilities of a Shinobi. While he didn't have the walk of someone who frequently destroyed boulders between his thighs, he still possessed a certain grace. A movement of sorts that demonstrated his agility surpassing that of an average human's and strength of someone who frequently utilized it. Not someone who possessed a frightening amount of it, but someone who knew how to use every iota of it. And this male stood, outside a ramen bar, breathing in the slight spices wafting out from the open door and smiled at the surrounding area. And he waited, looking for someone who maintained the same level of purity and skill his own façade showed.

[enzan]

This day droned onward like every other useless commodity within the village. Gears rebelling in the wood works of life shifting in the same direction and churned on and on. It was almost sad to him now that his mind was fully sated of it's blood lust coming back from his mission. The missions have changed Agito inside little by little. His anger towards the world was different now it was changing into a hunger. His mind was changing from a berserker into that of a primal animal. Watching all who might one day become his pray his eyes laid upon what appeared to be another ninja.

His feet carried himself over to the stench of overcooked meat and dry noodles. The sauce being the only reason the food itself was edible, this place had seen his ryo many times over. It was cheap and actually filling from the day to day, his hands finally reached the counter caressing it as everyone had done that day. His feet were lifted from the ground as he took his seat upon the stool which had accommodate any who would sit upon it. His face back at the other Kirigakure shinobi within his vicinity.

You just gonna stand there like a dick? People generally want to sit and eat and not have people standing over them, it ruins the good nature I would have to be in just to eat this shit.

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[Śākyamuni]

Emiya became aware of the presence of yet another potential shinobi, however the street crowded as it is, telling these things apart was exceptionally difficult. Perhaps it could be said then that Emiya disregarded the fellow he had spied until the street evened out a bit. This was obviously rush hour, the time of day when the majority of businesses closed down for the evening and people moved homewards with the intent of reaffirming their love of their.....loved ones?? Meh, true love wasn't possible. It was merely a convenient relationship in which both partners got something out of. Girls got a walking coat hanger and something to carry all their purchases around. Guys got a living breathing doll who did enjoy the more lewd aspects of their activities. Plus there was some annoying social convention that said that if you landed yourself a girl, you went up in the social ladder. So pointless. If you wanted to go up, beat the crap out of the person on the next rug. That is how it should have worked, shame that it didn't ever really seem to function in a manner benefiting their status.
But now he turned to view the person who had the audacity to speak to him in such a tone. Emiya didn't mind speaking to people, he didn't mind them speaking to him. But when they swore at him, he rather wanted to reply in kind.
Turning to face the person who had addressed him, he scowled at her.
"I fail to see how you would have a good nature to spoil. Your expiration date was a few centuries ago."

[enzan]

That was a lame ass excuse for a comeback you know? I would expect another shinobi to be smarter then that honestly. I guess that's the best weak little fucks like you can do.

Agito shook his head disappointed by the words of someone he wasn't even looking at. They sounded to his knowledge to be weak. The little mini-conversation had given all he had needed to know. His form got up from the stood, his mind filled with thoughts of distancing one's self from failure. This would be hopefully the last of there meeting seeing as nothing else was going well and killing a fellow ninja was forbidden.

[Śākyamuni]

Emiya shook his head at the person's voice. He still hadn't actually turned to regard them. But he could distinctly hear the dismissive tone of their voice, followed by a self-dismissal, which really nullified that whole aspect of it all. "Pathetic," Emiya murmured under his breath, while it was likely they wouldn't be able to hear it, he didn't take any chances with this sort of thing. It was a statement of pure contempt.
Looking over his shoulder, Emiya cocked a thunderous eyebrow at the retreating form. A sadistic smile on his face, Emiya turned to call out, cupping his hands so that his voice would ring directly true at the leaving form.
"I hadn't expected you to be an advocate of the cowards philosophy." At this Emiya allowed an evolutionary expression to occur on his face. From cynical smile to Cheshire cat imitation. "You know...the one about the better man is the one who walks away." After a second though, Emiya decided to rectify the statement. That ass couldn't possibly be a males. "Although perhaps it doesn't count here as someone obviously doesn't have a kunai in their pants."

[enzan]

It was a cheap intimidation technique to all someone a coward. There was no need retort to that idiotic remark placed on the voices behalf. It would seem a crowd had started to listen in on our erupting conversation. There eye glued to there unfolding nature of the conversation. Agito tried his best to walk away before the second comment had stung his ears. The perverse nature of it had finally struck home within his mind and caused a reaction which couldn't be contained. His body made a one hundred and eighty degree turn to face his heckler. It took mere moments for him to appear in the boys face with a kunai blade stationed in his left hand. The blade was inches away from the boys throat when Agito spoke again.

" No, it was in my pocket. I guess your not that skilled of a ninja to see. Maybe? Or maybe your some sexually frustrated brat who likes to go down on other men. Your retorts point to the former and latter. "

His anger allowed him to maintain the bladed tanto like tool to his throat. His one eye showing piercing hatred and rage, while his left was covered by one of his bangs of hair.

[Śākyamuni]

Emiya only smiled as his opponent rounded on him, drawing a blade and proceeding to threaten him with it. But like every Shinobi, no attack goes without a knee jerk response, and he himself also drew a Kunai, holding it in it's reverse grip, and casually slid the hole towards the oncoming blade, intending to intercept the threat and cloak it in his own colours.
While it may have seemed like a quick movement to the onlookers, mere moments was enough for both of these two to slaughter them all. And to intercept each other's movements smoothly and efficiently.
Parrying the verbal thrust smoothly Emiya replied in silken tones.
"Of course not, and neither are you. If you were, you would have either walked away or destroyed me utterly. As it is,"
his eyes flickered to the blades which would have hopefully collided and redirected. "You stand on par with me. As for being frustrated."
He gave his fellow shinobi a pointed look, "Don't dress like a slut if you aren't going to act like one. Gives the wrong impression."

[enzan]

The sound of metal clanging resounded within the crowded area. The onlookers were now frightened by what there eye's could adjust towards. The movements as smooth as water and silk caused a rejection which caused a knock-back hopefully for both shinobi causing them to step backwards within the second strike. Agito laughed at the remarks that were set forth for him.

" I can't help it. . . I'm a boy who knows what he wants and gets what he wants always. Are you mad because a boy actually mad you were aroused to that point? I saw you checking out my ass a few seconds ago. Nyahahaha, what want a kiss bitch boy? "

Agito was now in complete control of his actions and wanted to play even more. His hand grasped the second blade concealed within his hanging jacket. As he pulled it out he flicked both blades stylishly before putting them within and x shape. This wasn't the ideal place to battle but that didn't really matter at all to him. the lust of battle had consumed him mind and soul and he wished to win and do nothing but mock the bastard as he lose.

[Śākyamuni]

The strength of his foe was roughly on par with his own, although perhaps they had placed more effort into the blow, mayhap. Emiya doubted it however, Ninja weren't supposed to kill each other, at best it had been a threatening movement. Same with his own, hence they had simply cancelled each other out.
Emiya cocked an intrigued eyebrow at the girl/boy. While he knew he also looked fairly feminine, himself he wasn't on particularly at the level of this fellow/lady.
Looking at the transgender across from him, he smiled. Not a particuarly nice smile, but it was enough to get the message across which his lips quickly reinforced.
"I believe the word you are searching for is 'mad' not 'made'."
He hadn't been able to help himself against that one it was just simply too open. Oh well, time to continue insulting the poor creature. "Perhaps you've gotten down on your knees a few to many times. Gotten a lisp from all that tongue work." He winked lecherously. "If you know what I mean."
At her earlier statement he gave a tiny shrug. "I'm not picky." was enough of a statement to leave the crowd gasping with some horror.

[enzan]

His lips pursed at the fun thought of a mistake that could be teasingly corrected. The person before him became more and more fun within his eyes and wished to devour every little bit of him. His blades were thrust forward with as much power as he could muster. This wasn't really at the level of a true fight it just seemed like the ninja version of a domestic dispute. As the blades hopefully clashed against each other people began forming a more ovular circle around there bodies to watch the battle. Life wasn't as lively as people would expect in far away lands talking about Mizu no Kuni. A ninja fight was rare and welcomed by all of the citizens of Kirigakure.

" You wouldn't mind taking this somewhere else? I don't give a flying fuck about these people I just wanna have you all to myself. Muwah. "

The psychopathic side of Agito had complete control and the hunter within his soul wanted a good fight. The fact he had a secret mission for the next day which he had only been informed for the day prior his skills needed to be as sharp as they could be. His blades clashed together the friction from the blades sparks flied from how hard he pressed them against each other. His excitement level could be quelled with just a mere fight there was a primal need to either dominate or be utterly dominated that he wanted to fulfill in this dark moment of his life.

[Śākyamuni]

Emiya lazily danced backwards and forward, his feet keeping on moving his shell of blood and bone backwards and forwards in a never-ending pattern. Some might call it akin to a dance, but it was simply more or less a stance that was taught to every child who passed through the academy. It wasn't particularly offensive or complicated, but it certainly made you a damn sight harder to catch with a attack. So keeping up the flighty back and forth motion on the back of his feet, Emiya lazily listened to what this tranny had to say. So far it was rather rude. Smiling benignly at the girl/boy he analyzed her statement before picking it apart. Oh well, he didn't really mind actually going to fight her at some point. Shrugging to himself he pulled a small scrap of parchment from his top left pocket and scribbled a name and address to his flat. Jesus Christ this situation was screwed up. Additionally he seemed to have improvised a lack of pen with his own blood, which probably wouldn't help the boy/girl's own situation any. Bloodlust that was, he seriously doubted that her psyche didn't have a few rampant personalities. That was the problem with child soldiers, so easy to break. And once they broke it was next to impossible to retain their humanity.
Lazily bending down he set the parchment on the ground before weighing it upon the rocky earth with a loose pebble. While he doubted the wind would get through with all these people acting as a living breaker, he tried not to take chances.
"I'm tempted to take you up on your offer, but I fancy we'll both be busy soon." T'was true, the night was a very active time for shinobi, patrolling and all the jazz. He didn't know when this fellow had his/her watch but Emiya didn't have time to muck around. "My address is on the paper, find me when you want. It's a date after all."
And as he slowly retreated he flicked a coin at her. Roughly worth a few yen. Something you could buy in the market and break in roughly double the time it took to buy it on average.
"That's for you. Gotta be paid after all, showed me a few tricks tonight you did."
Now to watch his/her reaction while creeping towards the line of people. He didn't know if she/he would explode at him or what...

[enzan]

Agito's rage was calmed after what seemed to be the retreat of the other ninja. His blade sent the coin hurling towards and innocent bystander. It wasn't enough to kill the bystander but it was enough to knock them over. His body charged in the opposite direction using his chakra to push forward his movement. In a second the speed picked up and he was gone from his location within what seemed to be a flash. His cares were now pointed towards the mission from which he was uncertain. There was a need to go into the forested region of Kiri in order to complete such a mission. His mind went towards that and whether he would live or die.

[vegapunk]

@ Tabris: 49 EXP

@ Fang: 48 EXP

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