Deserted [travel|p]
May 28, 2012 17:42:57 GMT -8
Post by Kenchiro on May 28, 2012 17:42:57 GMT -8
Kenchiro was just about to tell Monosuke, in no uncertain terms, that leading him straight to a Hidden Village was not only completely unorthodox, it was more than likely treason. After all, it did not do to call a village "hidden," and then show any random shmuck the way to the gates. Before he could say so, however, Monosuke mentioned his willingness to be blindfolded. And, upon further reflection, Kenchiro could not really call himself a competent ninja if he could not think of a few ways to confound even the most dedicated effort to map out the path. The longer he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed that he could bring the journalist to the village. Besides, there were no shortage of people that he knew back home who could deal with a beat up traveler like Monosuke much better than he could.
So, he did what any sensible ninja would do in this situation: kick himself quietly for not thinking of the idea himself while appearing on the surface as though he had always considered the possibility. "All right, Money. It's definitely a brazen request, you understand. I'll have to send ahead for the powers that be, and I can't necessarily guarantee a warm reception. Still, it's not like I can very well turn you around and tell you to go home."
The wind was finally slowing. Kenchiro could not help but smile; given his luck in the last few minutes, he was expecting to have to hunker down until the bounty hunters came after him. "Right. If we're gonna make it back in time, we're going to have to hitch a ride. There was a place that sold caravan supplies to the northwest. How's your leg? Sorry, but I don't think I can carry you the whole way. I'm built for agility, not strength." That being said, a heartless monster Kenchiro was not. He was more than capable of at least supporting Monosuke part of the way, or at least giving him another shot of healing chakra to take the edge off. But they definitely had to move; the Genin was doing calculations in his head, trying to determine a route he could take that could get them back to the village on time, but still avoided the most direct path.