Oh no! It's a Bandito [chomachi] [m]
Sept 10, 2015 0:52:08 GMT -8
Post by Chomachi Akimichi on Sept 10, 2015 0:52:08 GMT -8
Chomachi was not the fastest kid to have come out of the ninja academy. Indeed he was as slow as most of the children who had focused on the ninjutsu arts. In a way it was a set back for the taijutsu masters that the Akimichi were known as. Still what they lacked in speed they made up for in strength and Chomachi had plenty of that. So even though he was waddling a bit in his jog he was still jogging at least, this with the tagged giant shuriken snapped to the back of his olive green jacket by a pair of snap fasteners and his satchel over his shoulder.
A chip bag clutched in his right hand, a prize he had reserved as the carrot to be eaten once he had gotten to the gate. It had kept him going, though the crowded streets, still Masafumi would be able to spot him through the crowds blocks away if he wanted to. After all a heavy set kid running was not something you generally stood in the way of or, well, missed. Chomachi was different as was all that of the Akimichi clan, outliers in the general fitness most other ninjas kept within the land of fire. The fat was needed for the clans expansion jutsu that increased their hand to hand combat effectiveness.
Out of breath by the time he got to the inside of the village gates he would tilt his head back as he sucked in air. Not wanting to tilt forward least he let his whole body collapse to the ground. Chomachi would open the bag of chips that he had saved. The sound seeming to fill him with new life and snap him into the now.
"So sorry, I hope that I did not keep you waiting.", His left hand dipping into the bag of salt and lime potato chips as he continued."I was busy putting together some equipment." His head jerked to notion behind his shoulder at the giant shuriken that had the ten tags firmly placed upon it. His left hand raising as he did so in order to bring the chip to his lips. He really did hope his wait had not been to much of a hassle, and by the energy that came to him as he prepared to eat his most favorite of chips, he was indeed rearing to go.
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