Gets No Better [p]

[Yoichi]

天の下の最強 ————

^{"Yes sir lets get into it, it's only right I get it in
Your gal mind opened up like she took the pill from Limitless
Taught to reach for the stars when we was little kids
Now it's smoke clouds cause the sky is what the limit is"}

The night sky roared, releashing torrents of rage as it crackled with light. Wind and rain pillaged the earth, nearly shaking it from its foundations as it had for the last four weeks straight. Kirigakure hadn't seen such an unrelenting storm in ages, marking a pivotal point in the shifts of our planet. Nor had it expected such quick results of its jonin exams, in which the majority of participants had already been eliminated. Shiroji was thankful he'd chosen to wait, pursuing a career in the Anbu division of his village over the advancement of rank.

Currently, the newly appointed anbu clung to a tavern on the outskirts of Kiri long after closing times. A long time friend of his owned the bar, and continued to fill the kaguya's cup until the storm calmed down some. He smiled at the thought of the keeper's genorisity, clutching a shot of rum between his icy fingers. The two ice cubes that cooled the amber liquid had begun to melt, forcing him to tilt the bottum up and down his liquor with a sigh of relief. A burning sensation ran through him as it slid down his gullet, offering a slight buzz to his clouded mind. "Thanks again, I owe you..." his voice trailed off as he heard the door click.

His gaze only shifted briefly before blaming it on the wind and returning to the conversation at hand. "It's nothing, you know how close your father and I are," he boomed, a hearty laugh breaking through his lips. As silence took over, the bar keep continued to shine the last of his dirty cups, persistant enough to continue for several minutes before calling it quits and placing it on the shelf. Meanwhile, the shinobi pressed a shot to his lips, finishing the burning amber beverage with a slight cringe to his face. He hated the alcohol, not only for it's lack of effect, but for his want to supress such spinning emotions. His high tolerance made it impossible to drink past his limits, and his thoughts only seemed to get louder the more he drank. 'What will you become? Who are you? What is your destiny? Why are you so weak?

The chain of thoughts was suddenly broken as the door creaked open, revealing a dark figure in the doorway as lightning touched the earth behind him. The bar tender leaned in close, and said with a whisper, "Is he a friend of yours...?" Before hearing the answer, he stood up straight and redirected his attention to the new customer. "Sorry, we're closed!" he bellowed, as firm in his words as he was in his stance. Shiroji cocked his head, glancing briefly to the man standing in the doorway. "A friend of kirigakure, is a friend of mine," he cooed, the slight effects of the alcohol encouraging his extrovert behavior. He spun to face the bar tender, feigning a "..Hick", his left hand clutched tightly to the underarm of the opposing side. Friend or foe? Something was up his sleeve.

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[KEITH]

I had sat upon my apartment building, looking up into the sky, watching as the moon would sit up high over the village. Despite the last few weeks that storms had taken over Kirigakure, I wasn't at all bothered by it; I had indeed welcomed such a thing. It was weird for Kirigakure to experience such storms, since the village had been near the center of Mizu no Kuni, they wouldn't normally receive storms that would most likely happen by the shores of the country. I didn't think much of it, though.

Actually, I decided I would try something new for my daily routine. I hadn't drunk anything since the time me and Rael had completed the mission at the brothel, which was quite some time ago. So, I figured that I had needed to treat myself to something nice, even though I would have only drunk once in my life. I couldn't do it within the village, either, if I had allowed my fellow shinobi to see me drinking and slacking, they would no doubt believe I was nothing more than a no-good Shinobi-Gashira; I wasn't having that.

Sporting a crisp black v-neck, along with fitting black shinobi pants and sandals, I would leap off of my apartment building onto a nearby house, only carrying with me basic projectile weaponry, no armor. From house to house, as if I was some kind of elegant fox, I made my way through the village of Kirigakure until I was free from its realm, heading to a nearby town. Venturing into the town, I would see that it had seemed as if everyone was just now getting off work, heading to be to start their casual villager lives all over again. It was quite nice to see that people in other villages of Mizu no Kuni was also able to live good and peaceful lives, thanks to Akira building elite shinobi forces which bring in a lot of many to not only Kirigakure, but the entire country.

I would eventually come across a small tavern within the village, slowly pushing open its door as I stepped into it, my yellow orbs setting upon the ones who had inhabited the tavern. My ears had caught the voice of the bartender, telling him that the place was closed, though my eyes would drop down to the other who had apparently been drinking, with their glass upon the counter. He could have been telling the truth, I knew nothing; the man in here could have been special to the owner in some way, so he would receive special privileges. Then, the other was able to decipher that I was a Kirigakure shinobi at first glance, even though he might have been just a tad bit buzzed.

It was my mistake for barging in like I did, so I figured an apology upon my behalf was much obliged. “Sorry for my intrusion, I thought that this place had been open. . . With the front door unlocked and all. But, I really have a hankering for a nice cold one, if you don't mind. I'm even willing to pay extra.”

He said in a calm and respectful tone, not wanting to cause any trouble, his eyes moving back from the bartender to the buzzed-boy, wondering if he was also a shinobi of Kirigakure. I stayed where I did, until the bartender said it was okay and gave me permission to sit.

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[KEITH]

[considers exiting thread, 24 hours until i do.]

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[Yoichi]

天の下の最強 ————

^{"Yes sir lets get into it, it's only right I get it in
Your gal mind opened up like she took the pill from Limitless
Taught to reach for the stars when we was little kids
Now it's smoke clouds cause the sky is what the limit is"}

The bartender paused, glancing to the white haired kaguya with a tone of question. Upon hearing the response, Shiroji loosened his grip on the small steel projectile, sliding his hands to a position around his glass. "I say let him stay, I don't mind the company..." the genin mused, swirling the contents of his glass. Without turning to face their guest, he swallowed hard to push past the bitter taste of rum, cocking his head slightly. "Girochin, Shiroji." he declared, a subtle smirk crossing his face.

Silence followed his introduction as the bartender went quiet, pulling several iced beers from the refrigerator and setting them on the counter before the two customers. "I've got to clean up," he said, excusing himself as he ducked into the back room. This act left the two shinobi sitting side by side along the bar, the kaguya swiveling in his stool towards his guest. It wasn't hard to see that the man was a trained veteren, his body structure being the biggest clue; those who trained as shinobi of Kirigakure were well fortified and their bodies had come to surpass the normal human limits. This man, was a clear result of rigorous training.

"It seems our leader is looking for an era of peace," Shiroji began, pausing as his gaze faltered downwards, "do you think he'll find it?" As the last of his words drifted from his lips, thoughts still lingered, and were eventually discarded as the shinobi reached for another drink. The ice cold beer had finally crossed his mind, and he pried it open with a "pop" along the counters edge. "Cheers," and with a clink of bottles, the kaguya tilted back his brew and indulged on the bittersweet taste of pale ale.

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[KEITH]

Before the bartender would have spoken, the white-haired boy would, saying he didn't mind the company of me. A smirk crawled upon my mug, and my eyes would avert from the white-haired boy to the bartender, making my way toward a stool at the counter. I would take my seat next to him, my eyes looking about the bar, as if I had been searching for something, though it hadn't been anything in particular. It was my first in a place like this, more so my second, but the other had been an even more inappropriate place.

My attention would be brought back to the one beside me as he would give his name, turning my head toward him, noticing the smirk upon his face. “My name is Fūma, Yokumaru. It's a pleasure to meet you, Shiroji-san.” I had spoken in a calm and respectful tone, knowing that first impressions were the best ones, though for Shiroji, it could be different. With the passing moments of silence in-between their introductions, the two would sit at the counter. The bartender moving about silently, retrieving a couple of iced beers from a freezer and placing it before them, before he would proceed to the backroom; stating that he needed to clean up.

The two of us were just hear now, alone, silence still lingering as we would drink the liquor from our cups. I thought that if I drunk some, I could loosen up and be more opening with Shiroji, it would have been horrible and boring to just sit here quietly drinking. Though, he would have beaten me to the punch, starting the conversation about my sworn brother, the Mizukage, my lord. . . . It was something I didn't mind talking about the slightest, and since he didn't know my rank, where I stand in the village and my commitment toward it would be a mystery for him.

A smirk once again came across my face as he continued to speak, my yellow orbs locking onto his own, looking into his soul as I begin to speak. “Well, he isn't looking for it alone, we as his shinobi have to help him find it; it's our job. Though, myself, I don't really believe in the concept of finding peace. If it is found, it will only be temporary anyway. Can't have a yin. . . without a yang.” My response wasn't very long, and I didn't try to keep it going.

I was known to be a long-winded man, but to make a good first impression; you have to know how to make the proper changes in yourself. As Shiroji-san reached for another beer, I would do the same, holding it to him as we both would say cheers and drink. My yellow orbs returning back to him, now it was his turn to give a response upon the matter. My ears were ready, and eyes focused upon him.

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