Mr. Postman (Quest) Jun 10, 2012 22:17:57 GMT -8
Post by Yox on Jun 10, 2012 22:17:57 GMT -8
[/justify]As the explosions carried out across the field of play, Zaiaku could hear the cries of the old man echo through the air. He grinned widely, wondering whether or not he had actually hit the old man. If he had, he would return at the end of his mission to apologise for the injuries he had inflicted. Maybe Zaiaku had over-estimated the old man? Maybe he wasn't so capable anymore and couldn't handle the liveliness of a young, fit Genin. Either way, he still had a job to do. Shaking his head to snap his mind into direction, Zaiaku quickly jolted from the spot he stood upon. He wouldn't wait for the smoke of the explosion to clear. It was more important for him to get this over with quickly. He didn't want anymore unexpected road blocks.
Dashing from his spot he held the box within both of his hands as he rushed off toward the village gates. Zaiaku wondered whether the old man would be able to catch up to him. Other things that crossed his mind was whether or not there would be anymore surprises across his journey to hand this box in. Did the old man have any form of connections within the village? Were more people going to randomly jump out and scream high-pitched songs into his ears to throw him off balance? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had to get this box to the destination safely. What the hell was even inside the box? Maybe he would find out on arrival to the rendezvous point.
OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, I've been in exam mode. It's starting to clear up now. Also I didn't have much to input here because well... you're underground d: