Looking for answers (Mini-Quest, P)
Jan 14, 2012 23:01:49 GMT -8
Post by Hirihi on Jan 14, 2012 23:01:49 GMT -8
This thread is a Mini-Quest for Bit. The only authorized posters, excluding staff, are Matto (myself) and Bit.
The hustle and bustle of a village seemed so distant outside of the village gates. The weather was beginning to clear up, leaving banks of snow along the edges of the trail. On the outskirts of the trails was a small town by the name of Seto. The town seems to barely hold 250 people, max. It is here that Bit finds himself. The sun above is shining bright, the season making it smaller in the sky, but no less potent on the eyes. Added with the glint from the snow still scattered about from the minor break in blizzards, it is almost as bright as any normal summer day. With the reflective crystals crunching beneath his feet, he moves forward and looks around.
What brings him here on this quiet day? Rumors had begun to fly around Kumogakure no Sato of a man's appearance in the country that was causing trouble. What made this man so distinctive, though, came from the name that he was called. Bit had almost assumed himself hearing things, thinking that the people of the village were accusing him of crimes he had not committed. When he had approached them, as they were fellow shinobi, they clarified that it was not him. The last name had been different, Uchiha. This was a name of power, invoking the fear that the name of the clan should. This was the name that he knew to be his father's, a name that he would never forget.
Had the boy met his father, this wouldn't have seemed like such a big deal. So, he was stirring up trouble in Kaminari, big deal, right? To a boy who had never met his father, though, this seemed like a golden opportunity. He had last been seen in this small town, lying low among the merchants and doing anything possible to remain off of the radar. The last thing that any fugitive needed was the shinobi of Kumogakure hunting him down in an effort to collect a bounty on his head. So the rumors said, at least. For all he knew, these were false tales of a man who was probably someone else.
Still, though, he was there. On the outskirts of Seto, he was faced with either turning around and going back to the village, or searching for his father. The town was small, but it was a busy day. There were several merchants setup in the open area marketplace, selling their wares and yelling at the top of their lungs to get the consumers' attention.