Just another day in Iwa [open]
Sept 27, 2011 6:10:50 GMT -8
Post by blacklabel on Sept 27, 2011 6:10:50 GMT -8
The main plaza of Iwagakure used to be an impressive sight back in the glory-days of the village, Jusei mused, but nowadays it was merely a dusty square filled with memories of an age gone by. The old monument of past Tsuchikages still stood proudly at the far corner of the plaza, a bunch of statues that looked out over the village main with stern stone faces, but where there had previously been crowds of people bustling about, merchant stands with farmers and traders offering their wares to the passer-bys and disciplined shinobi patrolling the streets and keeping order there was now only an empty square, devoid of activity aside from the occasional breeze that stirred up dust and rabble, making it swirl in the air for a few moments before settling down once more into an eerily silent stillness that seemed to be the trademark of the village these days. The Village Hidden in the Rocks had indeed suffered harshly during the last war and though its walls still stood as tall and imposing as ever, the village they sheltered was but a ghost of its former, proud self.
Shaking himself from his silent reverie the tall man began walking down the deserted plaza towards the market street. Here there were at least a few people present, most of them civilian, and a few stores had once more opened their business. Jusei moved without any seeming destination in mind, content with walking and thinking as he neared the end of the street. Truth to be told he was unsure as to what he should do, having been ordered to rest up when he visited the Medical Staff to check up on a sprained ankle. The tear had been worse than he thought and the nurse who'd performed the check-up had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he should consider himself lucky to get away with only a few days rest and recuperation – if he'd continued to strain the already damaged muscle then he might have torn it completely, resulting in at least a month's removal from active duty.
Not that he'd ever wait that long, of course.
Most seventeen-years old would consider a couple of days of rest a blessing like no other, especially when the current work schedule of Iwagakure shinobi was taken into consideration. Due to the village being grossly undermanned at the moment even genin such as Jusei were expected to perform a large number of missions, some of them being way past his actual ability, and the tolerance for failure was lower than it'd ever been before. That said, Jusei was hardly a normal seventeen-years old; the current mission situation was actually something that he considered more of a blessing than the three-to-five days rest he'd been instructed to take since it gave him a chance to prove himself to the village. The fact that he had to wait more than six hours to go on a mission irked him more than any case of overworking would ever do.
At least it gives me a chance to read up on some of the simpler Doton jutsus I've been looking to add to my arsenal he thought, falling back into his normal mindset of constant self-improvement. Truth to be told, there were several problems with his current repertoire, the most glaring one being that almost all of his jutsu exhausted him to the point where he was only able to perform two or three per battle and had to carefully consider which ones were adaptable to the current situation. Despite the fact that this gave him some training with tactics and planning he could not expect to survive a prolonged fight in his current state, something that was simply unacceptable.
The young man was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice where he was going and almost ran into a civilian. Mumbling words of apology he silently berated himself before looking up, receiving yet another surprise. In front of him towered the gates of the village – he'd been so careless that he'd missed when he exited the market street, force of habit carrying him all the way to the very exit of the village. Sitting down on a bench he figured that this was as good a place as any to spend his day, perhaps he might even see someone who he knew that was able to help him with his current predicament. Until such a person came along, he always had his trusty book on Doton jutsu to consult. Withdrawing said piece of literature from one of the pouches on his legs he made himself comfortable and began to read, occasionally muttering to himself as he noted something that intrigued him.
Shaking himself from his silent reverie the tall man began walking down the deserted plaza towards the market street. Here there were at least a few people present, most of them civilian, and a few stores had once more opened their business. Jusei moved without any seeming destination in mind, content with walking and thinking as he neared the end of the street. Truth to be told he was unsure as to what he should do, having been ordered to rest up when he visited the Medical Staff to check up on a sprained ankle. The tear had been worse than he thought and the nurse who'd performed the check-up had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he should consider himself lucky to get away with only a few days rest and recuperation – if he'd continued to strain the already damaged muscle then he might have torn it completely, resulting in at least a month's removal from active duty.
Not that he'd ever wait that long, of course.
Most seventeen-years old would consider a couple of days of rest a blessing like no other, especially when the current work schedule of Iwagakure shinobi was taken into consideration. Due to the village being grossly undermanned at the moment even genin such as Jusei were expected to perform a large number of missions, some of them being way past his actual ability, and the tolerance for failure was lower than it'd ever been before. That said, Jusei was hardly a normal seventeen-years old; the current mission situation was actually something that he considered more of a blessing than the three-to-five days rest he'd been instructed to take since it gave him a chance to prove himself to the village. The fact that he had to wait more than six hours to go on a mission irked him more than any case of overworking would ever do.
At least it gives me a chance to read up on some of the simpler Doton jutsus I've been looking to add to my arsenal he thought, falling back into his normal mindset of constant self-improvement. Truth to be told, there were several problems with his current repertoire, the most glaring one being that almost all of his jutsu exhausted him to the point where he was only able to perform two or three per battle and had to carefully consider which ones were adaptable to the current situation. Despite the fact that this gave him some training with tactics and planning he could not expect to survive a prolonged fight in his current state, something that was simply unacceptable.
The young man was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice where he was going and almost ran into a civilian. Mumbling words of apology he silently berated himself before looking up, receiving yet another surprise. In front of him towered the gates of the village – he'd been so careless that he'd missed when he exited the market street, force of habit carrying him all the way to the very exit of the village. Sitting down on a bench he figured that this was as good a place as any to spend his day, perhaps he might even see someone who he knew that was able to help him with his current predicament. Until such a person came along, he always had his trusty book on Doton jutsu to consult. Withdrawing said piece of literature from one of the pouches on his legs he made himself comfortable and began to read, occasionally muttering to himself as he noted something that intrigued him.