History is Key[p][c]

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[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][style=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/wSjrf.png); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][style=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #4F000F; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]History[/style][style=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #4F000F; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]History[/style][style=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #4F000F; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]History[/style][style=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]'phew it's hot here.' the young boy would say as he walked along a dirt road finally reaching his country of choice. "Welp, mind as well run the rest of the way." he would say as he took off running into the city streets, it was some what of a nice place, it looked like had been scared by time though. But the boy would continue on into the city looking around trying to find some where to grab a bite to eat. Until finally a placed appeared to the left of the boy, it stood out more then all of the other places because of the beautiful smells that were coming from it. Bit would make his way over to it with hopes of good service, once he arrived there the young boy would remove his mask showing his face to all of the citizens. he didn't want to seem like a criminal just yet, quickly finding the seat the boy would wait for someone to come serve him. When the man finally arrived the boy would give him a polite smile. "Can I please have some BBQ ramen?" the boy would say with a soothing tone of voice. "Well sure you can kid, where might you be from?" the older man would say to the boy as he turned his back to the boy start up the girl. "Well I'm from Kumogakure, that's my home town I'm traveling, I want to find something interesting." the boy would say as his hand met his gold and red hair rubbing it just a little. This may have seemed a little odd to people, but the boy always had done it, it was like something that came natural to him. The cook would continue to whip up the boy's ramen, "Well that's interesting, You look a little young to be traveling by your self?" the man would say as he tossed the noddles in the bowl, the cooks hands would move fairly fast as he grabbed chunks of BBQ chicken throwing into the bowl. "Well, I'm kind of specail case. Some say I'm a very lucky kid." the boy would say with a smile on his face as the cook passed him his food. "So what's your name kid?" the cook would say as he stood across the counter from the boy. "well my name is Bit." the boy would say as he looked over the counter to the man. The mans face would flinch a little when the boy said his name. "Well that's a coencesdence there was a man that looked like you with the same name, that passed through here a long time ago." The man would go on to say as he wiped the counter off. "Oh my Six Paths Ninja, that might have been my dad." the boy would go on to say as the bar got a little quite. A man would appear into the bar, all eyes would automatically turn to him as if he was some type of god. Bit would keep his mind on his food eating, slowly. [/style] [style=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [style=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: comments: credit:[/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]tagged peoples here one or two lines of comments, no more or it makes it look messy made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

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Digging his two chopsticks into the depths of the bowl of ramen, Old Man Shuugeki gently lifted out a mass of writhing, dripping noodles. It had been a while since he had eaten something so temporary, essentially fast-food, and had actually paid money to satisfy himself. He was used to catching, killing, skinning, and cooking his own meals. Of course, those who knew this little fact, one of the many odd things about Shuugeki, would more than likely find that to be highly out of character for such an elderly man. His hair, once a black deeper then the cosmos, has been taken over by the grey plague. A thin beard, little more than stubble, encased his lips and chin, doing little to add youth to the wrinkled and scarred face that the wanderer held. Nevertheless, those that looked at his eyes would find their assumptions of his aged weakness to be thrown out of the window completely.

As a boy came running into the bar, likely hungry and using his allowance from his mother, Old Man Shuugeki placed down his chopsticks and left a few ryu to pay the bill. Gnarled, wrinkled hands reached up, pulling his cloak around his body tightly, and the vagabond made to leave. Unfortunately for him, his departure never quite completed itself, for a name dropped into his ears and caused his slow stride to come to an instant stop. Slowly did he turn, Shuugeki’s mind quickly working in order to process the things the youngster said. He was from Kumogakure. He was here on a special task. He held the name of…

“…Bit…?” The old voice was a whisper—no, even that name did not do it justice. Shuugeki repeated the moniker so quietly it was as if his crusted lips had barely moved at all. A bushy eyebrow raised into his hairline, creasing and revealing an eye that many in the underworld feared¹. The deep blackness that few could understand, that had the wars of seventies years of life etched into it, that had been forced to see the beauty and ugliness of mankind, turned red for just a few moments. What he saw did nothing more than confirm his wildest suspicions, as well as his fears.

Fully turning his body towards Bit, Shuugeki quickly strode over to the bar, moving with a purpose and speed that no one in the restaurant could match. If it was recorded, then one could have compared the lithe, powerful movements to that of a cheetah quickly running to its prey, but truly even that wouldn’t do him justice. In the short amount of time it took him to reach the bar, Bit had continued to speak to the cook, who had no idea what he had just done. Quickly reaching into his cloak, Shuugeki slid a hundred ryu across the counter, nodding to the man. The chef nodded back. Eyes returning to normal, the veteran turned his hardened gaze to the blonde boy, taking in his every feature. Every moment that passed allowed Shuugeki to realize that he resembled his father immensely. Perhaps, when he was older, he would grow to be just as great as.

“Your name…it is Bit, correct…?”

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¹Sharingan, 3rd Tomoe & Sogensenshi (A-Rank, all releases) used.

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[Q]

Shuugeki sighed heavily, pooling out a stool and sitting down at the counter. He knew the boy would still be watching him and, to be fair, the old man simply did not care. For a moment his mind was preoccupied with the facts he had been given, and digesting them was something he was not able to do easily. He knew that Bit’s father, a man of the same man, would have raised a son to be a shinobi, but he did not know he would enter into the ANBU. Frustration caused his brow to crease, the thousands of wrinkles doubling in number, and slowly did he turn back towards the young boy.

“I…am a man who knew your father…” His voice, softened with age, did not match the stone eyes Shuugeki held. It was obvious that he was attempting to stare into the very core of the body before him. “You are the son of a Uchiha from Kumogakure, correct?”

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"hold up wait, Mr can we talk.about this later I have somewhere to be. I'm sure you know a lot about my dad but this is a pressing matter so ill be on my way." The boy would say as he.walked from the much older man.

"meet me here again or come visit me in kumo ill be glad to introduce you to my mom." He would say as he left the bar surging nothing other than his mission on his mind.


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