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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
It’s just a lot of water… and it’s falling off of a cliffside.

Mari looked up across from the viewing deck to a spectacular sight of the famous waterfalls at Mount Ikkyu. Thousands of thousands of gallons of water was indeed spilling off of high rocky cliffs. Mist formed around the deck, giving off a cool feeling to any coming and going tourists. The afternoon sun shone down upon the falls, a lightshow of rainbows danced among the mist. It was indeed a breathtaking view, though that was all it was. She could stare at it for a very long time, but there really wasn’t any merit in just standing there, was there? Something like this could never be seen in the girl’s homeland, Kaze no Kuni, and she did appreciate being able to see something so different. Yet… it seemed to be lacking something, it was a different the girl couldn’t quite place.

Maybe she was getting homesick. Thinking of the desert made her hand instinctively go to left arm band, and much to her relief she had remembered to put on her forehead protector on that day. She wasn’t quite used to traveling yet, despite the many members of her scattered clan and her own parents penchant for never staying in one place too long. Her blue eyes caught sight of a young couple and their small child, a tiny family admiring the view of the falls. The child especially seemed entertained at the beauty of the rainbows in the mist. She was reminded that her parents had sent pictures and letters to her about this exact spot here on Mount Ikkyu. Her eyes turned back to the falls, the splendor of natural beauty looking exactly as it had in the picture.

Mari didn’t really quite know why she had come here. Besides maybe it just being one of those touristy locations that everyone has to see when they visit a certain place. She thought about visiting the hot springs next, it would be a good place to relax. She was certainly glad she wasn’t participating in the chunin exams, for those genin were on a gigantic turtle without such amenities. Yet, it still peeved her that she had forgotten to sign up. After a bit of thinking she realized that she wasn’t ready to become a chunin just yet.  She toyed with the idea that it had been her own subconscious that had made her ‘forget.’

The Suna nin simply yawned out loud, not surprised by her tiredness. She stretched her arms, reaching backwards with remarkable flexibility. It was usually around this time she decided to take a nap. The Hot Springs definitely. She confirmed her plan with herself, yet the girl stayed still unmoving from her position on the deck.

She folded her arms and laid them to rest gently on the wooden railing, her eyes still looking distantly at the falls. Mari tilted her head, at once thinking that she was missing something from this view that so many hundreds of people saw. The roaring of the falls was a faint rumble from this far away, though gusts of wind from the force of the water dropping down were still relatively strong. She thought it was nice to feel the wind blowing through her short hair, droplets of water dampening it slightly

It almost frustrated the girl to wondering why she wasn’t seeing what so many others were seeing and found to be the most awestruck sight they had ever seen. She could admire it. She could see the wonderful rainbows arcing across the mist of the falls. She could feel the roaring water crash down beneath. But there wasn’t anything particularly cute about it. And in the end it really was just a lot of water falling down.

”It’s just water… that falls. A water fall.” Mari whispered meaningless musings to herself, though probably none could be over heard from the rumbling of those water falls.

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Mari || Plot || Stats || Jutsu || Items
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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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Genin
Ordinary; a word that could be used in describing a black-haired individual currently leaning against the wooden railings that were overlooking a waterfall. There wasn't anything about said individual, that on closer inspection revealed to be a male in his late teens or early twenties, that could suggest them in being anything but a tourist civilian; like the others in the vicinity. His clothing attire consisted of a loose fitting short sleeved, black, button up shirt with the top two buttons undone revealing a white shirt underneath; and a pair of dark blue capri pants and regular black shoes finished things off; an intricately designed metal hair clip with a tribal motif kept his low hanging ponytail together.

Dark brown, russet colored eyes stared up in the distance with a sense of wonder, looking at the roaring fallings. A spectacular site that was uncommon in the parts where he originated from; Hi no Kuni. Sure, there were a few waterfalls scattered about, dotting the country, yet, there lack any remotely close to his hometown, therefore, making visiting one extremely difficult. He couldn't just leave home, gallanting over to the nearest waterfall to sight see. His responsibilities, at the time, as a budding blacksmith were more important than such trivial desires. Though, back then, it didn't stop him from enjoying any pictures and postcards of waterfalls sent to him by his parents when they visited the locations, leaving him in charged of the shop.

Still, though, pictures and postcards did little justice when trying to capture the majesticness that is a waterfall. A simple snapshot did nothing to highlight the power behind thousands and thousands of gallons of water crashing down on the rocks below. Vapors hanging in the air almost like they were in suspended animation, having been flung upward by the powerful of the rapids, before falling back down to where they came from. Prismatic rainbows forming when the sunlight refracted off droplets of water, mist, presenting a breathtaking image that could only be appreciated if seen with one's own eyes. There were much more a photo couldn't capture. The unique smell of fresh water being flung into the air, the thundering sounds it makes when crashing on the rocks below. The sheer, imposing size of these natural wonders, and the awe aspiring and breathtaking auras they poised on those who seek them out. Yes, a snapshot of these wonders doesn't do them justice at all. And one couldn't appreciate such a phenomenon useless they experience it first hand.

And it because of the aforementioned reason why he, Razan, ventured up the mountain only an hour or so ago, to experience the wonder of Mt.Ikkyu's waterfall(s). A part of him had mentally prepared to be disappointed at the lacklusterness that might be waiting for him, however, all of that were washed away upon laying eyes on the waterfall and being in its presence. Breathtaking, amazing, awe aspiring, intimidating, those words and came to the forefront of his mind upon laying eyes on the rapids. Of course, there were other words he could have used to described the feeling coursing through his veins, but it would be even more redundant.

Shifting slightly, no longer leaning on his arms, they having become numbed from supporting his weight, stood up a little bit straighter and his arms dangled at the waist side. Eyes moved away from the waterfall,  head turning to the left, taking in the commotion of others around him. Catching sight of a young couple, civilians most likely, and their small child admiring the view of the falls. The excited and happy giggles of the young child, as they enjoyed the rainbows created by the mist, were heard by Razan and brought a small smile on his face. An adorable sight that made him wonder would he have that particular luxury in the future; having a small family and going sightseeing with them.

Pushing the thoughts aside for now, he leaned his back against the railing, not minding the cooling and tickling sensation of water vapors, having been blown this far by relative strong wind gusts that didn't look like they would lessen any time from now, hitting his back and dampening his hair a little, and simply people watch. Indeed there wee a lot of people traveling the decks, stopping to admire the waterfalls, or to catch-up with a friend that just happen to pass by. And just like the first couple, there were others, young and old, some with children and others with not.

The small smile from earlier was still present on his face, Razan enjoying seeing other people happy. Movement from the corner of his right eye caught his attention, Razan head tilting in the general direction, finally taking note of a , female,Suna-shinobi, if he remembered the headbands correctly, stretching, from what he could guess, was an yawn before going back leaning on the railing. He had taken note of the female earlier, he having been near her for some time but didn't pay any attention to her till now. Not being one to stare or ogle at a female, Razan turned his attention back to the crowd before him.

However, this wouldn't last long, his ears having faintly picked up the barely audible words of the stranger beside him. Turning back around to look at the fall in the distance, arms once again placed on the railing and been leaned on before speaking "And yet this simplistic actions, of water falling, draws in hundreds of people daily. Kind of mind-boggling isn't it?", in a calm voice. His eyes cutting from the waterfall, and looking in her general direction "The name is Shimura Razan. And you are. . .", he inquired, hoping the woman return his courtesy, and introduce herself as well.


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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
"And yet this simplistic actions, of water falling, draws in hundreds of people daily. Kind of mind-boggling isn't it?"

Mari blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected anyone to say anything back to her, never mind ever hear what she had said. She turned her head to the sound of the voice. It came from dark haired a young man down the railing. He had a calm expression on his face, it made Mari wonder whether he was simply joking around with her with what she had said earlier. His point was something, however sarcastic or serious it was, that quickly summed up her attitude towards these giant waterfalls.

”The name is Shimura Razan. And you are. . .”

He introduced himself first. Polite enough as it would seem. She quickly scanned him head to toe. He wore simple clothes, a black button up shirt, the top few left open to reveal a white shirt underneath, dark blue capri pants, and regular black shoes. His long dark hair kept in a ponytail with an intricate metal hairclip. He appeared close to her age, give or take a few years older. He trailed off in his inquiry of her name, politely waiting for her to answer.

With a pleasant smile, the girl nodded her head down in a small bow. ”Masayoshi Mari.” Her hand went to tuck a few loose bangs behind her ear, with the same movement, adjusting the bow she adorned on the right side of her head. Today her outfit was a sleeveless dress, black and layered with white lace, that exposed her shoulders and top of her collarbone. The lace lining down her front, opening to rings around the bottom of the skirt. As usual she had on her black stockings and black boots, and still she was very pleased with herself for remembering to wear her forehead protector on her left armband.

She tilted her head at the man that had heard her musings. A joking smile caught on her lips. ”It seems that many of us are entertained by the simplest of things.” It was both nonserious response and a simple reflection. Maybe that was the thing she had been missing all along, the simplicity of it all. It truly was just water falling from a cliff, yet everyone seemed to be so fascinated by it.  From the small children for the iridescence, to the nature lover for natural beauty. It was nothing but water falling to Mari, but she understood a little more as to why others would enjoy it so much.

She tapped her fingers on the railing. Her pleasant smile turned into a curious one as her blue eyes kept trained on the young man. ”Do you perhaps have a reason to be drawn here, Razan-san?” She asked the question with care, wondering what kind of answer she would get in return. Mari really had none herself, other than she had known that others came and that she had nothing else better to do at the moment. It was a simple reason to see a simple thing. She wondered what her parents had thought when they had seen this sight. Probably appreciate it more in the way it was supposed to be admired. Yet, in that respect Mari was neither her father’s or her mother’s daughter. She didn’t mind traveling, or seeing new sights, or meeting new people, in fact she liked doing those things, but it was just easier and less tiring to stay in one place.  

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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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Genin
A soft, warming, inviting smile grace his facial structure that was slowly transitioning from boyish features to strong masculine ones; a sign of him entering the early stages of adulthood. Eyes once trained on the roaring falls ahead now had their attention drawn to the female who he had spoken to just seconds ago. His head tilting every slightly to the right, no longer looking ahead, instead facing the woman who was in the process of taking in his appearance. It seemingly on taking a glance to take in everything regarding his stature, one that was relaxed and unthreatening, and deeming him someone she would, hopefully, respond to

He, Razan, during the moments of being looked over, also took time in taking in the woman's appearance, during so in a tasteful and non-perverted manner, meaning quickly. Height was the first thing he noted, the stranger being a good deal shorter than he was, causing him to, unfortunately, slightly look down to catch her eyes. Next thing worth mentioning, aside from her blue eyes that were brought out more by her raven hair, was her headband. Showing the person's allegiance to Sunagakure no Kuni "Another Kunoichi,", he mused silently; this would be the second one he had the luxury of running into and maybe have a conversation with. Her attire was something he found odd, the sleeveless black dress layered with lace, lining the front, exposing her petite shoulders and top of her collarbone, opening to rings around the bottom being, finished off with black stockings and boots. Never had he seen a Kunoichi, at least the few walking around with headbands, wore something such as what she had on; usually they are wearing some type of pants or the likes.

Not to say he didn't find her clothing attire appealing, for he did, it was just different. Something he hadn't seen worn before by others, and making him needing to reevaluate his opinion and understanding of what shinobis, in general, wore during their days off. Just one of the many things, regarding the shinobi lifestyle that Razan was ill-informed about.

Razan reciprocated the small bow done by the woman, who introduced herself as Masayoshi Mari, "Nice to you, Masayoshi-san" he said, referring to her by her surname instead of first out of mutual respect, not wanting to give the wrong impression,  of course, he would gladly call her by her first name if she wish.

 ”It seems that many of us are entertained by the simplest of things.”

Razan chuckled softly at the statement, eyes going back to gaze at the waterfall, admiring it briefly, only to return back to Masayoshi; a smile still on his face and a humor twinkling within his eyes "Seems like some aspects of our childhood never truly disappear. We, well a majority of us, still able to find ourselves entertained by the simplest of things.", the response might be more than she was expecting, but it spoke of his thoughts on said subject.


”Do you perhaps have a reason to be drawn here, Razan-san?”

Taking some time to think about the question just imposed, Razan collected his thoughts "Yeah, this is my first time seeing a waterfall with my own two eyes. I never had the chance of visiting the few within Hi no Kuni due to working at my family's shop. So, when I was kicked out. . .", chuckling at the notion of being kicked out which wasn't exactly correct, technically it was but still, " about two weeks ago. I head here, to Kumogakure, after finding out the Chuunin Exams were being held here and this famous mountain will be open for the duration. Having heard about the waterfalls here, I wanted to see them.".

Looking at the young woman, Razan spoke again, "What about you? I noticed your headband.", nodding towards the metal object wrapped around her arm "Shinobi of Suna, correct? Are you in the exams,? Or are you someone of higher ranking?", flowed the words; they being filled with a genuine curiosity, and patiently waiting for an answer.


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[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
His politeness was equal to her own as he called her by her surname name first. It was odd, often times she never ran into someone as careful as herself. But it was a nice surprise, perhaps they shared more in common than just formality. He laughed at her statement, just as she smiled as well. He even added a comment of his own. Mari would hardly call herself a child, but there were many out there in world who had experienced more than herself. She remembered seeing the small family and their child entertained by the rainbows in the mist. There could be a small child like that inside herself and maybe inside of the stranger who stood before her.

To answer her question about why he was here, he simply explained that he had never seen waterfalls before. Also mentioning that he had been… kicked out of his family’s shop? He seemed to be on good terms about it as he laughed with the statement.  Mari could wonder what that meant. Perhaps it could be suffice to say that she kicked her parents out of her house when she was only eight years old. They had of course offered for her to come with them, but she had wished to say in Sunagakure to train at the ninja academy there.

"What about you? I noticed your headband."

The man nodded toward the metal plate on her arm, it was his turn to give a question, or maybe a few.

"Shinobi of Suna, correct? Are you in the exams,? Or are you someone of higher ranking?"

His curiousity was of interest to her. The girl didn't mind, as he had shared just a little information about himself. Friends always started out as strangers to each other.

"You flatter me by saying I have high ranking. I am simply a genin level shinobi of Sunagakure no Sato, as obvious as it from my headband."  She too nodded her head to the metal plate on her arm. She wore it proudly, well, whenever she did remember to wear it, which actually wasn’t that often at all. Her forgetfulness did peeve the girl a little, but it was always just little things, like her armband, or her white bow, or her coin purse, or something of little significance and the like. It was her forgetfulness that was the reason to why she was here.

”As for my reasons of being here, I am here for the chunin exams, though I am not participating.” A little smile made its way onto her lips, along with a little tinge of red on her cheeks. Despite her times of accepting and not accepting of her own forgetfulness, it was still always just a little bit embarrassing to have that certain trait of hers revealed to anyone. ”Actually, I had forgotten to sign up for the exams, but I came to Kaminari no Kuni anyway just to witness some events, perhaps meet a few new people. ” As to how he would respond to a statement like that, she didn’t know. The girl was simply being honest, she had nothing to hide. And the dark haired man did not seem like the type to criticize too much upon a first meeting. She wouldn’t very much like someone who was extremely prudent about things like that anyway.

When she answered about her origins, she wondered about his. He mentioned being from Hi no Kuni, did that mean he was a ninja of Konohagakure no Sato? It would be good to get to know him better then, making an ally across borders would definitely be helpful in the long run. Not only that, but she was genuinely interested in him.

”Are you of a shinobi of a hidden village, Razan-san? Konohagakure no Sato perhaps? You mentioned family in Hi no Kuni, yet I see you adorn no forehead protector on your person.” She looked him up and down once more just to check and be sure. He actually might’ve not been a shinobi at all, he surely did not dress the part. Then again, she herself didn’t exactly dress the part either. There was no consequence in that, she was not on a mission at the moment and did not have any plans to fight anyone either.

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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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Genin
"You flatter me by saying I have high ranking. I am simply a genin level shinobi of Sunagakure no Sato, as obvious as it from my headband." 

Genin. The word was unfamiliar to Razan; having only hearing it in passing or while training with his parents in the past. He didn't know nor understood the significance of the title, only knowing it denotes someone as being in the infancy of their shinobi career. As to what all that entails, responsibility and such, he did not know, although he would love to find out. His growing curiosity concerning the shinobi lifestyle, something he had since childhood, being the driving force behind his interests. Not like he was uneducated, far from it, just anything pertaining shinobis and their occupation didn't take precedence in his studies that were deemed more important for someone of his stature. Only during the end of his studies did anything pertaining to the lifestyle was mentioned and even then it was only covered sparsely by his teachers.

A civilian, like him, did not need to concern themselves with the intricacy working of a lifestyle they wouldn't be apart.

Were the words told to him by a teacher when he asked why they didn't cover more regarding the lifestyle? Though it didn't deter him from going out and find anything regarding the subject; reading the few books covering the lifestyle and prying any information he could from other sources.  It's thanks to this that he was able to correctly guess Masayoshi-san being a Sunagakure no Sato shinobi. However, Razan would like to know more about shinobis and their lifestyle, for his own sake. Maybe she, Masayoshi-san, would be willing to share some insight with him? Maybe. But any more questions could wait till later. After all, he didn't want to scare her off by his curiosity. That would be bad.

"How could I missed it?", he mused to himself, taking another glance at the kunoichi and finally noticing something that was missed during all the other times. Just like every other shinobi, at least the ones he could identify, that he has seen wearing the headband, there was this sense of pride about them. It's like they took pride in wearing a headband that's associated with a system responsible for creating child soldiers and, indirectly, some of the vilest people to ever grace the Nations. He couldn't understand it. Why? Where did the pride come from? Did being apart of something bigger than oneself generate such pride? Even if the organization, or cause, has a negative connotation with it? It's something he couldn't understand because he never been apart of anything significant - yet.

To answer his question about if she was participating in the Chuunin Exams, she told him she wasn't. A little dusty rose hue adding color to her cheek made him believe there was more to her answer than what was told. This being proven right when she followed up, admitted, albeit slightly embarrassingly, she had forgotten to sign up. Although, she still came to Kaminari no Kuni to witness some events and possibly make new friends. Chuckle softly, he spoke in a jesting manner "Seems like I'm not the only one who is prone to forget things. Makes me feel so much better.", before continuing on, after his chuckling died down, curious about a few things "Have any friends in the exams? And have you had any memorable experiences so far?"

Having some memorable experiences while within Kumogakure, specifically being able to give the upside temple and meeting a red-hair there along with having the chance to finally see the Mt.Ikkyu's waterfalls, Razan wanted to know if she had any. If she didn't answer, he wouldn't hold it against her. They were strangers after all, not knowing much about one another, although to the outsider's perspective they probably looked like friends; something Razan finding himself not minding. She seemed to be nice, polite and a kind-hearted person. Their conversation was going smoothly without any bouts of awkwardness or moments of silences.

Are you of a shinobi of a hidden village, Razan-san? Konohagakure no Sato perhaps? You mentioned family in Hi no Kuni, yet I see you adorn no forehead protector on your person.” 


A couple of questions were asked. She questioning his origins and noticing the lack of forehead protector on him. Seeing how they were already being open with one another, Razan did the same, "I was raised on the outside of Konohagakure no Sato, in a small town within Hi no Kuni bordering Tea Country." he mentioned and continued on "I'm not a shinobi. I wanted to be one as a child, but I couldn't due to helping around at my parents blacksmith shop. So instead, I went to a civilian school and graduated. Though, my parents did teach me some shinobi stuff before kicking - - -", having caught that he was going to repeat the same thing before, he decided to explain it "Before they told me to go into the world, and find a place of my own. They want me to find my own purpose in life, and my own piece of heaven out in the Elemental Nations. And that's what I'm doing."

Letting the words sink in, Razan shifted his weight, his arm once again feeling numb "So, if anything, I'm simply a blacksmith with a little shinobi knowledge that I'm hoping to expand on.", he admitted; not being afraid of admitting his ignorance regarding the shinobi system. Of course, it could be used against him, but apart of him wanted to believe she wouldn't do that.

"What about you?", he asked, elaborating on the broad question "Are you originally from Kaze no Kuni? And what is it like? I have only read about the countries, and books, especially civilian written ones, tends not to be accurate much. "




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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
"Seems like I'm not the only one who is prone to forget things. Makes me feel so much better."

Thankfully, he seemed to be the accepting type and as well as someone who acknowledged his own tendency to forget things as well. She was glad he wasn't overly prudent, people like that only reminded her of the fact she tended not to be. He chuckled a little with his comment, making her comfortably smile. Afterwards, his curiousity continued with a few more questions.

 "Have any friends in the exams? And have you had any memorable experiences so far?"

A reasonable question since she had said that she wasn't participating. Though, it was also one that came with a possibly embarrassing answer. Friends were something the girl enjoyed having, after all it was normal to be sociable. Yet Mari herself was not the type to have a them handy at all times. Meaning that she didn't have any at all while she was in Kumo. Even at home, she was generally a loner. She never really made an outreach to make friends, but she was glad when someone else decided to be friendly with her. 

"Ah, no. I do not know anyone participating. Ever since I kicked my own parents out of the my house," She smiled at the statement adding a little chuckle of her own, mirroring what he had said earlier and the way he had said it. If he had questions, he would have to ask her himself. She would be glad to answer. She wasn't hiding anything, just simply revealing little bits of information at time for the sake of keeping the conversation interesting. "I have had the tendency to only have the company of myself."

For the second part of his question, she kept a pleasant smile on her face. Answering with a similar whimsical, playful tone. "As for any memorable moments, I believe I am making a new one right now." It wasn't just the waterfalls that made this meeting something she wouldn't forget, perhaps she would simply forget about those thousands gallons of water falling sooner or later. New, interesting people, however, were not as easily forgotten.

He explained a little more of his background. It turned out he wasn't a shinobi, though he had wished to be one as a child. He worked in his parents shop on the border of the Tea Country, he was a blacksmith, a forger. If she was to make good impressions with him, as a swordsman herself, perhaps he would prove to be a reliable ally. He explained that his being "kicked out" was his parents encouraging him to find a place out in the world, by himself. His parents must be very.. Independent thinkers, sort of like mine. She thought.

"What about you? Are you originally from Kaze no Kuni? And what is it like? I have only read about the countries, and books, especially civilian written ones, tends not to be accurate much. "

What about me? She thought the question to herself. Her personal life story was a boring one, if nothing but a little bland. At least that's the way she always had seen it. "Yes, I was born in Suna. Sixteen years ago, when two traveling historians of  the Masayoshi Clan decided to settle down just for a little while to raise a child. Slightly odd that they would pick the desert as their optimal place. Nine years later, after raising her like any doting parent would, they decided to resume their job as travelers, per the duty of their Clan, spreading righteousness and good deeds to the world and, of course, recording history so that knowledge shall never be lost. Sort of like missionaries of justice, as cliche as that sounds. They asked their only child to join them, but she declined, instead wishing to become a shinobi of the Sand. They respected her decision, believing a life dedicated to good could be reached in any number of ways. And then, they left her to pursue the goals of their Clan in the traditional fashion.... Since that time, I've simply been serving my duty as a ninja to Sunagakure no Sato."

She told her story simply, it wasn't anything spectacular. Why she told it like it was a story, she didn't know either. It wasn't much if a story to tell. She hadn't planned to reveal so much, but it was just how her words came out. He had asked, so she explained.

He had a second question as well, what was her homeland like? She wasn't sure in what way books had described it, nevermind how civilian books described it. The books she always read regarded Suna's storied history. She wasn't much one for geography of the land since she did live there after all. "Kaze no Kuni is probably just as how your books described, to be honest. The glaring sun beats down on a desert, where miles upon miles of lifeless sand dunes stretch out for what seems an eternity. Few hardy beast and men dare to explore the dangerous terrain. The air is dry and so is everything else. Everything seems to covered with a fine layer of dry dust. Night is the only relief from the heat, when cooling winds chill the air. It really is your practical desert, but to me, it is also home."

Instead of continuing to lean on the railing, the girl from the desert stood up straight, stretching her arms once again, this time in front of her. She smoothed out her dress just to do so, before resting her hands gently on the railing once more. Her eyes went back to those thousands of gallons of water falling off a cliff. "Unlike the rest of my Clan, I am not a natural traveler. I do enjoy going to see new places, meeting new people or trying new  things, but I also believe it is very nice to have a place I can return to, a place I can call home."

She had just said what was on her mind, what she believed to be true. She hoped what she had said made sense to this Razan, beside her. Though he did his parents had "encouraged" him to go out into the world, it seemed like his parents always had their doors open it him. It didn't sound he had been kicked out in a sense that he could never come home. It was the same way with her parents, they had left voluntarily to go out and do their Clan duty. It didn't mean they would never come back (which they hadn't as of yet), it just meant they had a greater purpose they needed to fill. She wasn't sure of her own, perhaps that was why she had decided to stay in Suna. She hadn't been raised on the road, so she was used to staying in one place. She turned back to the blacksmith, waiting with curious eyes about his response.

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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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"Ah, no. I do not know anyone participating. Ever since I kicked my own parents out of the my house,"

Seems like their situations were eerily similar with one another. Neither one of them knew anyone participating in the exams. And both of them either kicked their parents out or were kicked out of their home by them. Mirroring the acquaintance, Razan chuckle alongside her, it being barely audible due to the crashing of the waterfall behind them and the commotion of those around. Finding some humor in not only the similarities between the pair but also how she used his own words to describe her situation. 

He did wonder, though. Why did she kick her parents out of the house? Tossing another glance in her direction with a hint of confusion shown in his eyes, taking in her appearance once more, and reaffirming that she didn't look much older than he was. He found her statement a little perplexing. The idea of doing something similar to his parents were something he couldn't fathom. In his beliefs, he didn't have no grounds to do something like that. They were the ones who brought him into the world and provided everything for him: food, clothing, and shelter. He wasn't the one who had to make sacrifices - they were. So, he didn't have any rights to kicked them out of the house. 

So, again, he pondered, why did she do it? Could it be something normally did by shinobi upon graduating, and being recognized as an 'adult' in the eyes of the law? Did the newly graduated kick their family out of their home? What about those who came from civilian families? Did they do the same? Did shinobi in training get paid to attend the academy, and her parents used the money fund a house? Is that why she kicked them out? Such a simple statement left Razan with more questions than answers. But, instead of dwelling more on the questions, his focused shifted back to looking deeper at her statement. 

He could only assumed, by the chuckling at the end, that the circumstances surrounding Masayoshi-san kicking her parents out of the house was nothing like his mind conjured up. Although, he couldn't be for sure unless more questions pertaining that subject was asked, Razan would believe that there were more to cryptic remark. He would wait to see if she would shine some light on it, like he did with his or leave him the dark. Neither way, he was fine with the outcome, the conversation between them being more than enough for him. He didn't have any need to delve further into her own personal life. 

"I have had the tendency to only have the company of myself."


Her words surprised him. He didn't take her as someone without many friends. She seemed like a friendly person - someone who could easily garner friends. Yet, her statement told him differently. "That's surprising, you seem like someone who could make friends easily," his words repeating his inner dialog "Maybe I can change that - a friendship between us. For isn't it nice to interact with others?".

Being a social butterfly who could easily integrate themselves into the lives of others, Razan had quite a few friends back home. However, all of that changed when his training started, his priorities shifted, and other reasons that shall be unknown for now. He no longer had many friends, many of them going about their lives and wanting to remain immature, while he, himself, had become more mature in preparation for his departure.  Therefore, he didn't have many who he could call a 'friend' nowadays. So, while he was offering his friendship to Masayoshi-san, he was during it for selfish reasons; for he needed it as much, presumably, as she did. 

In regards to her comment about memorable moments, Razan chuckled. The joyous noise tapering off until eventually a warm smile as he spoke in an equally playful manner "I am too." Indeed, he would remember today. He finally got to visit Mt. Ikku's waterfalls, experiencing their awe-inspiring presence up close and personal, something he had wanted to do since he was a mere child. Not only that, but he also met someone new, Masayoshi Mari, an interesting woman, a kunoichi, in her own right. Someone who he could see becoming a friend of if their conversation continued like they were going, and future meetings being as pleasant as this spontaneous one. 

He paid rapt attention to her tale - showing an interest in everything she spoke about. Being a little surprised she told him so much about herself. Even though, he had done the same moments ago, he didn't expect Masayoshi-san to follow suit. Nevertheless, he learned much about the woman before him. She, unknowingly, answered a few of his unsaid questions, and just like him, her statement about being 'kicked out' wasn't exactly accurate. From what he could gather, she simply just didn't want to follow the footsteps of her parents, and wanting to pursue her own path. He did find himself slightly miffed, though it didn't show, at her parents for leaving a nine-year-old by themselves, however, he could only assume there were others from the clan to take care of her. Must be a shinobi thing. . . 

He found himself intrigued at the notion of her parents being historians, scribes of history, along with being fighters of justice. Something that seemed to be common amongst her clan. And he wondered was Masayoshi-san similar? Granted, she stayed behind in Sunagakure no Sato to pursue a career as a shinobi, could she still be doing her clan work while being tied down to a village? Justice and the shinobi system doesn't exactly go hand and hand, at least in his current interpretation of the latter. He wondered. . .

"Yes, the books did describe Kaze no Kuni just like that. However, it's a difference between reading about it from a source than hearing about it from someone from the region. From someone who call the place home. I wouldn't mind venturing there and seeing the Country's beauty," he spoke sincerely "Though perhaps during the Country's cooler seasons", he jested. It goes without saying, Razan would eventually find himself within Kaze no Kuni sooner or later. The man did not want to stay in a single place for an extensive amount of time. For that meant he would inevitably get attached to a single location and start to lay down roots - something he doesn't want at the given time. As an adventurer, he wants to explore everything the Elemental Nations has to offer before settling down somewhere. This way there won't be no regret. 

Eyes trained on the gallons of crashing water, Razan listened to Masayoshi-san speak about not being a natural traveler like the rest of her clan and parents. He saw it differently. Even though, she prefers to have a place where she can call home, she still liked to travel. And to Razan that is the only thing that matters, something which he made his opinion known about "Don't sell yourself short. Just 'cause the rest of your clan travels more than you do, going to place to place, not having a permanent home to return to,  it doesn't mean that you aren't a natural traveler. You just go about it differently.", turning his attention to her and smiling warmingly. 

"You know," he spoke, gathering his thoughts " The traveling aspect of your clan reminds me of my own. Even though my surname is Shimuza, I am related to the Hattori clan. My father's mother was a Hattori who married a Shimuza. It's interesting to note that this particular line of Hattori's was all travelers to some extent. And just like my parents, those before me were also kicked out of their homes by their parents and told to find something of their own in this world. Both of my parents were travelers as well though they never did tell me what they did they fell for each other." The last part being nothing but an afterthought. 

Stretching to loosen up his stiff joints, Razan looked around, taking note of there still being a lot of people at the waterfall, before shifting his attention back to Masayoshi-san "So, what do you like to do for fun or as a hobby?", he asked, deciding, for now, not to ask any more questions pertaining to her shinobi lifestyle, and instead, wanting to know more about the woman before him.

If she does answer his inquiry, something he's sure she would seeing how she hadn't shied away from answering anything else he asked then he in turn would do the same. Though while waiting for a response, his gut such had to make itself known - growling. Luckily, the noise was drowned out by the waterfall - at least he hoped so.



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[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
"That's surprising, you seem like someone who could make friends easily. Maybe I can change that - a friendship between us. For isn't it nice to interact with others?"

From her comment on being alone, she was surprised he would answer like that. It was one that made her think about herself. Do I really… seem like someone who can make friends easily? He was right, interacting with others was nice, and she always enjoyed it when she could. It wasn’t like she didn’t have friends, but she didn’t have a large amount of close ones either.  He was suggesting they could be friends, a suggestion she had no reason to turn down. He showed no signs of enmity, and she only had been friendly to him as well. It was perhaps better they did become allies. Mari wasn’t the type to go around making enemies after all.

The thought of enemies… In truth the girl only had one, and she had never even met the man before.  The man who committed a heinous crime thirty years ago, the murder of her clan’s leader, only known as a genjutsu user, a master of illusions. She needed allies if she was ever to find that man and bring justice that she and so many of her clan members had sworn to reign upon him.  Not to mention again that he was a blacksmith and she was a swordsman. To make any friend, it would greatly benefit her to get on good terms with him. She wouldn’t however, push her goals and her needs onto him, for now she did simply want to get to know him better. She nodded her head with a yes, along with a smile about his last comment. It truly was nice to interact with others.

"I am too."

Another comment of his brought a smile to her lips, it even made her laugh a little. It was just rather cute the way he responded with such lightheartedness about so many things. She surely was glad that he too happened to be enjoying their time together as well.

As she went on to explain her story, he paid rapt attention. He was polite to do so, though he also seemed rather intrigued by it as well. It was a response she wasn’t quite used to. Actually it wasn’t every day that she revealed a lot of personal history to a stranger, so she didn’t quite know what to expect. She had left out a few parts, namely the fact that her parents and so many others were seeking justice from the murder of their clan leader. She herself would one day go down the same path, however, she very well understood that the way she was today was hardly a speck of dust in comparison to that criminal. It was perhaps why she had decided to train and become a shinobi, as well as improve her abilities with the sword, so she could better herself to become worthy enough to strike down such a terrible foe. It wasn’t even a given that she would be the one to do, or that she could ever do it. Thirty years was indeed a long time to avoid judgment, and perhaps it would be another thirty more or never at all that the killer would be found.

She was right to leave that part out, for she had mixed feelings about the whole situation entirely.

Regarding her comments of the land of Wind, he seemed to enjoy that he was getting a description from someone who had lived there. Perhaps books were something that didn’t quite compare to actual person in that sense. Mari herself always loved history books, especially of the tales of her idols, the Legendary Swordsman of the Mist. If she were to meet one of the current personally, she would likely fall faint immediately. It was those tales she had grown up reading in the Sunagakure Branch of the Masayoshi Clan’s Private Archive that had inspired her to take up the sword.  It was also a reason she avoided traveling, especially if it were to the Land of Waves. There was no way she would ever be worthy at this stage in her life that she would be able to even lay eyes on a Legendary blade, never mind its wielder. It was dream she mainly kept to herself, one day even becoming one herself.

"Don't sell yourself short. Just 'cause the rest of your clan travels more than you do, going to place to place, not having a permanent home to return to, it doesn't mean that you aren't a natural traveler. You just go about it differently.

Does he ever have something negative to say? The thought crossed her mind half-jokingly. Perhaps he was right. She never disliked traveling, it was just something she didn’t do often herself. And she did get to Kaminari no Kuni on her own with the help of her clan. She owed to them and their traveling tendencies that she had gotten here in the first place. Maybe that certain trait was something that was there, just never had a chance to surface.

He explained a little of his own history further. He belonged to the Hattori clan, and similar to hers, that branch he belonged consisted of many travelers, his parents and himself included. Find a place in the world… It was what his parents had made him do by ‘kicking him out of the house’ and it was what their parents had done to them as well. Mari still was left to thinking about her pace in the world. It was true that she desired to follow her clan’s raison d’etre, it was all she ever thought about really. In her mind, being a shinobi and a swordsman just went hand in hand with becoming a protector of the balance of justice. She didn’t really like to think about existential things, because it always made her confused as to what she was supposed to do, exactly. She wondered what ‘place in the world’ that Razan would find, and if he even thought about it at times as well. For someone who was so easygoing, it seemed he would find it very easily.

"So, what do you like to do for fun or as a hobby?”

A welcome change of topic besides things that would make her rethink her life. It was a simple question, one that had quite a few answers. Mari placed her fingers on her chin in a careful thinking position, partly for actually helping her think and partly for mocking the gesture in a playful way. ”I enjoy reading books, especially history. Napping is always enjoyable, and if I do say so myself I am amateur cook and connoisseur of food.”

Just as she uttered her last word of food, she heard a faint grumbling of a stomach, just barely heard of the roaring of the falls. The girl blinked once, trying to assure that the sound had not come from herself, before realizing it had originated from her conversation partner.

She ended up smiling again, thinking that it was a cute coincidence. ”Perhaps you would like joining me for meal? I am a little hungry myself.” The offer came to her tongue just as she thought of it. Only then did she think of the possibilities regarding his answer. He didn’t seem the type to be outright and decline, yet it was true that they had only met moments ago. Why would he wish to share a meal with a stranger? Why was she wanting to share a meal with someone she just met? Neither had a reason to say no, but there wasn’t a whole lot of backing for the opposite answer as well. He had offered her friendship, she was only trying to do what friends do with each other, like eat meals or simply hang out. She smiled politely with her offer.

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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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Genin
In that particular moment, an offer of friendship presented itself to the young Suna Kunoichi, Masayoshi Mari, by Razan; a wandering blacksmith on a journey of self-discovery and purpose as he traverses the lands composing up the Elemental Nations. A proposal made after considering it during the span of their conversation, and finding no fault in bringing it to the forefront. A harmless proffer where the benefits, if she accepted, outweigh any negatives - past, present, or future.

However, like anything, there was an ulterior motive behind the offer. Loneliness, it's the bane of man, especially those who travel for a living. Sure, there were a plethora of brothels scattered about the land, places where men and women can sate their lonelinesses. But, that in itself isn't a permanent fix to the pain that comes with such a lifestyle. It's like taking pain killers; it might ease the pain but once the pills wear off, the pain will still be there.

The only way to truly deal with forlornness is through friendship and comradery of others. Making and building connections with other people that goes beyond a simple 'hello', and 'goodbye'. Forging bonds through interacting on more than one occasion. Learning and experiencing from one another. Helping and being there for one another through the good and bad times. Yes, the only way to handle loneliness is through making friends. And that's exactly what Razan wanted out of this unplanned meeting; it was his ulterior motive.

She accepted his offer of friendship. A smile tugging on the fore-corners of his lips, being the only outward sign of his happiness of the start of a friendship. The seed of which having been only planted and water just now. He was truly grateful his suggestion wasn't turned down. While it wasn't something he had been actively seeking upon entering Kaminari no Kuni, nevertheless, it was nice to become friends with someone outside of Hi no Kuni. With a new friendship like this one, he couldn't help but to wonder where it will eventually lead in the long run; for he wasn't naive enough to believe a friendship couldn't evolve.

Through other interactions will they, Razan and Mari, become best of friends; knowing each other better than their family might? And if so, will it's course continued to the point that they are so comfortable with each other that some might mistake them as something more than just friends - lovers perhaps? Or would the experiences they share cause them to see each other in a negative light - driving them further apart to the point they are enemies? Honestly, he didn't know the answer to that question, he can only hope their friendship would continue to prosper and grow. The future for them is uncertain, however, he is determined to see where this leads.

As he agreed in her comment about enjoying time spent here. His eyes closed, face, a pleasant smile present, looking in the direction of the waterfall, as he listened to Masayoshi's laugh that was nearly being drowned out by the rapids. Full of life, innocent, and much more pure things, Razan thought Masayoshi's laugh would be anything but that, yet, here he was enjoying her chime-like vocals. Maybe, not all shinobis were like those depicted in books or talked about in civilian composed streets? Maybe. . . As soon as they closed, they would reopen, and turned their attention back to Masayoshi-san.

When asking about her hobbies, Razan had expected something along the lines of training or helping the village. He did not expect for Masayoshi-san to a passion for reading history books, especially history, napping and being an amateur cook and connoisseur of food. Those answers were surprising to say the least "A reader of history?", humming softly, "Any particular history you enjoyed reading about?", he inquired. Despite not being the most knowledgeable regarding the subject, he did know a fair share. And the question proposed was one he could answer.

”Perhaps you would like joining me for meal? I am a little hungry myself.”

Scanty dusty pink hue spread across Razan's face in a sign of embarrassment at his stomach suddenly letting itself be known by growling at the mentioned of food. He hoped to whatever deity that might be out there, it wasn't heard by his conversation partner.  Sadly, it seemed like all the praying was for naught, Masayoshi-san, if the blinking and smile was anything to go by, had heard his sounds of hungry. Her following words only caused the dusty pink hue to spread, again, out of embarrassment.

A generous offer of a meal was laid out before him. The thought of sharing a meal with her wasn't an unpleasant one. It would give them more time to learn about one another, ask questions they undoubtedly did not ask yet, and strengthening their friendship. Yes, even though they just met, and could still be considered strangers at the least, and acquaintances at the most, the thought was pleasant one indeed. Any thoughts of her having other motives for wanting to share a meal with him were vanquished from his mind; he coming to the conclusion the offer was a genuine one

"Sure, I would like that,", he paused, realizing how he might have sounded a little too eager, "That is if you don't mind my company. " he added.  Looking upward, taking note of the placement of the sun, Razan was able to tell almost an hour since they had begun conversing with one another. "Do you have any particular place in mind? You are the food connoisseur, after all,", he jested the last part, chuckling softly as he awaited a response to his inquiry. No matter the place they would head, Razan already made plans to pay a part of their meal. It wouldn't feel right to the wondering blacksmith to allow Masayoshi-san pay it entirety.



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[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

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Masayoshi Mari

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As Mari listed off just a few of her hobbies, she didn't think of them as anything out of the ordinary. As a shinobi, perhaps as a civilian Razan would expect something like training or doing missions or all sorts of things that shinobi supposedly do. Mari did train diligently to better herself, though she didn't consider it a hobby. It was a duty, a responsibility to herself to become stronger, not something to be done for simple fun. The things she found enjoyable were the most relaxing things,   like napping or reading for they were quite the opposite of working. Well, in the case of napping that is. Reading, though thoroughly enjoyable and relaxing, was technically one of her duties to the Masayoshi Clan.

"A reader of history? Any particular history you enjoyed reading about?"

It was an unexpected question, but welcomed since it could have been a sign that the dark haired man before her could have been interested in her favorite subject. The girl had quite a few tales she always loved to reread in the archives, from the jinchuuriki beasts to the early ninja wars. The land from which Razan himself hailed Hi no Kuni, had a complex and detailed story that heavily involved the foundation of Konohagakure no Sato, and tales of the heroic kages, the strongest ninjas and leaders of their village, her personally favorites being the Fifth Kazekage and the First Hokage. It was always hard to specify the tales she loved the most, so she had to think about her answer. The thinking position of her finger to her chin actually began being its intended use.

"I really enjoy the tales of the Seven Ninja Swordsman of the Mist..." The words came out naturally, though one may think it odd for a kunoichi of Suna to be fascinated with swordmasters from Kiri. But it was those stories that inspired her to specialize in Bukiijutsu and they held a special place in her heart. "Ever... Ever since I was a little girl I always loved the stories about heroic and honorable Swordsman. They were the fairytale heroes I always believed in. As I grew older, I came to know the stories of real master swordman and I took upon the ways of the sword myself. Granted, The Seven Swordsman of Kiri have a complex history, but they have always stood, and still, stand above all others as the strongest swordmasters in all the nations."  Once again she revealed a little personal information, and even for that he really didn't inquire for. Though, Mari figured it would be best to explain why she enjoyed such a specific history and of why it was so important to her. "One day I hope I may be worthy enough to cross blades with such masters."

It was nothing more than a personal dream, for she knew she had her Clan duties to put first and foremost. Yet it was still a dream nonetheless. Perhaps it was less the idea of justice, instead to the awesome power that they held, that made her in awe of them. Something the girl could hardly imagine that could wielded by anyone.

To her question about finding a place to eat, he eagerly agreed.

"Sure, I would like that...That is if you don't mind my company. " 

Mari nodded, noticing his pause and the added comment. It was right to be cautious about accepting such invitations out of the blue, and perhaps she should have thought about the inquiry before she asked it. But he did say yes, and she didn't mind spending time with him at all. It truly was nice to spend time with others, and Mari had had a few chances to enjoy such time except for occasions such as this. "As long as you do not mind my company." She parroted back an answer with a joking grin. She liked lighthearted people, and she enjoyed when she could act such a way as well.

"Do you have any particular place in mind? You are the food connoisseur, after all."

Not an unexpected question, as she did mention she appreciated food as an art. Though, she did not have much to say about cuisine available in Kaminari no Kuni, having only been in the Land for just a short time. She had visited a few cafes seen at the resort area of Mt. Ikkyu. "Well, I do remember there being a little area of gifts shops and cafes just as little away from the viewing deck here. The restaurants are set up with either large windows or an outdoor patio so a customer can enjoy the view of the falls minus the noise and the hovering mist while eating a meal. As for cuisine, I'm not exactly an expert of dishes of Kaminari no Kuni in that respect. I do hear there is good ramen here."  She said only what she could recall about the place. Remarkably it wasn't far of a walk, as she remembered coming up to the platform before speaking with a stranger. She felt as if she speaking like she had some sort of knowledge of where they would go to find a meal, hopefully at a convenient price for both of them. "If that sounds alright, a view of falls. We have been standing here of the duration of our conversation." A little chuckle escaped her lips, it was true that they had been witnessing the view for a little while now. Though to Mari, the traveler she was speaking to held was much more interesting than watching water fall of a cliff side. She knew very well that this was an opportunity to get to know him better, and well, who would know how their relationship would bloom. Perhaps friends? Something more? Interestingly, rivals or perhaps even enemies? She never was one to spend too much time pondering the possibilities, for she liked it better to just have events play out as as they did.

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(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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He could have asked her about anyone of the listed likes. There was a moment where he had considered in doing so, yet thought differently, changing it to the current question that were proposed. It through him for somewhat of a loop when she mentioned sleeping as an enjoyment of hers. It hinted towards a lazy demeanor about her, yet, from what he had witnessed up to now, it was most further from the truth. However, with her mentioning that activity, it made him reconsidered, not the first time during their conversation, what he had learned about shinobis through reading.

See, there is a noticeable difference in understanding and acceptions of the occupation, that is being a shinobi when told by civilians. Books are written by them often paint shinobi in an overly exaggerated fantasization manner to appeal readers. Ruthless killers who follow the commander of the Hokage, Daimyo, or someone in a position of power. Doing their bidding unflinching, without pause, throwing their humanity to the waist side to dance with the monsters of the world and ultimately becoming one. Monsters of human flesh, walking amongst the general populace, knowing that in any moment they could slaughter those around them without so much as blinking an eye.

It's those books Razan had read and compounded on with hearsay lead him to his current view of all shinobi; that is, instantly being judgemental towards them, forming opinions based on assumption and not fact, and showing an innocent ignorance of understanding. Said way of thinking and perception was ever evolving, being changed, by the knowledge gain through the conversation the pair were having. Sure, much about the shinobi lifestyle wasn't being discussed, but, speaking casually with the Kunoichi about different topics, shown him there was something more to them than what the books say. That maybe, there is a chance some shinobi, like in Masayoshi Mari's case, might not be a monster.

"I really enjoy the tales of the Seven Ninja Swordsman of the Mist..."

Razan eyebrow tentatively rose up at her admission of enjoying the particular stories revolving around the Seven Swordsman of Mist. He was thoroughly surprised she didn't say one of the many tales that came out of Kaze no Kuni regarding polarizing figures such as; Gaara-San, Chiyo-San, Kankuro-San, and the former Kazekage. He thought anyone of those stories would have been one of her favorites - considering she is from Sunagakure. Surely, those aforementioned members were talked about extensively throughout the region, right? Or could it because of them being talked about so much that their appeal was lost on Masayoshi-san. One can grow warily of hearing the same thing over and over again. So, it's possible that what happened to her.

The Tales of the Seven Swordsmen were something Razan knew well enough. His parents have numerous of books that spoke of the actions, both good and evil, of the generations of old; snippets of various members lives were included in some of the older books, giving insight into not only who there were as a shinobi but as a person as well. Now that he had a chance to think about, Razan wonder why his parents had so many books regarding this famous/infamous group and its members? Could it just be a simple hobby of theirs? The books didn't have anything regarding katas, with only one or two talking about the philosophy behind the group and what it meant to be apart of them; therefore, it couldn't be to learn their secrets. So, why? Any further thoughts were pushed to the side, Razan focusing back on Masayoshi-san as she continued speaking.

"Ever... Ever since I was a little girl I always loved the stories about heroic and honorable Swordsman. They were the fairytale heroes I always believed in. As I grew older, I came to know the stories of real master swordman and I took upon the ways of the sword myself. Granted, The Seven Swordsman of Kiri have a complex history, but they have always stood, and still, stand above all others as the strongest swordmasters in all the nations." 

A smile broke across his face as he listen to her speak her reasoning for enjoying the stories of the Seven Swordsmen. Her love for them starting at an early age, Razan presumed childhood. To Masayoshi-san, and probably like many more, especially Kiri-nins, the swordsmen were seen as heroic and honorable. Their atrocities for the name of the village not being told to keep up the romanticizing picture of them being heroes. He couldn't fault her for that. As she continued speaking, telling him that those tales were a deciding factor in her becoming a swordsman, something he would ask about later, he nodded in understanding. He understood how stories could influence one decision later one; Razan, himself, became a blacksmith after being told stories about Masamune-sama; a legendary, grandmaster, blacksmith that reportedly lived in Iron Country.

"I'm sure when that day comes, you will be more than worthy." Said the comment was most likely unnecessary, yet, it came out without pause and much thought. Did he believe the words he spoken? Kind of, he wanted to believe, Masayoshi-san would be ready when/if an opportunity to cross blades with one of the current generation of swordsmen. Though he hoped if such a thing came to passed, it would be on friendly terms.

His words about her not minding his company were parroted back at him, and cause him to chuckle - a smile being present. "I would be honored to have you for the company, m'lady," the words coming out in an over the top and dramatic fashion full with humor that was followed by him chuckling.

Razan knew the area Masayoshi-san was talking about, he having passed them along his way up to the waterfalls. While he didn't stop at any of the shops, he did remember seeing a few restaurants along the way. The smell of the food were incredibly enticing to him at the time, however, his mind was focused on something else. "I haven't had freshly prepared ramen in awhile,", that was an understatement. Razan hasn't had the cuisine since sometime before leaving home. "Of course, if you have something else in mind, I'm willing to try something new with my new found friend.", he said, a smile present on his face, as he admitted in seeing Masayoshi as a friend. He did see the Kunoichi as such even though one might question the integrity of said statement. Either way, he was leaving the choice up to her, with him, not having any problem with what she might choose; he was hungry, simple as that.

"If that sounds alright, a view of falls. We have been standing here of the duration of our conversation."

Stretching his stiff joints, Razan nodded in agreement with her statement. They have been standing here for some time now, and the waterfall had lost some of its majesticness in Razan's eyes. Not to say the phenomenon wasn't still majestic, just his interest was focused on something, rather someone, else: Masayoshi-san. "You ready to go?", he asked, having already stepped away from the railing and was now waiting for confirmation from Masayoshi; as he would follow her to the restaurant of her choosing.


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Doton: S | Fuuton: C
Ninjutsu: S | Bukijutsu(Bojutsu): C |
[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
"I'm sure when that day comes, you will be more than worthy."

As she told him her aspirations she had been unsure of herself of whether or not her dream could ever come true. It was a longshot for sure, it would takes years and years of training and dedication in to ever be on par with such masters. Her personal dream always seemed just that, a dream. Yet with those few words coming from a men she just met, it suddenly felt as if her dream wasn’t that far away. She averted her eyes, unsure of how to respond to such a compliment. Thankfully they moved on to the topic of getting something to eat, together.

She didn’t understand why, but she felt relieved when he said that he hadn’t minded her company. He even agreed to the idea of a ramen dish, saying he hadn’t had a ramen dish in quite a while, and adding that he was looking forward to enjoying it (or something new) with a new found friend. A friend? So he already was seeing her in that light, a good light. She wondered why a civilian of another coutry would be so quick to accepting a shinobi from a faraway village. Wouldn’t he have some doubts about her? But... he seemed so nice and just genuinely friendly, it was almost too good to be true. Perhaps he was just as good with keeping calm and gentle in a conversation, one of those types of those people. She had no reason to doubt him, but it did surprise her that she was talking so easily with him as well. Mari actually enjoyed it, the whole “making friends” business was something she never really excelled in, as she had mentioned previously, and to have someone so willingly to be friends was just rather convenient. She did wish to know more about him, his past and his story. He wasn’t a shinobi, he was a blacksmith, did he hold any dreams or aspirations to his name? She surely hoped so, and if he decided to share those with her, she hoped she could provide some encouraging words to him as well.

"You ready to go?"

The dark haired Razan and stretched out a bit, loosening some joints after likely being so stiff of standing during their conversation. He had already stepped away from the railing, waiting for her to follow along and lead them to the restaurant of whatever they happened to find. She nodded with a smile on her face. ”Ah, yes.” Taking a step towards him, her eyes caught another glimpse of those so-called mesmerizing falls. She never had thought they were that impressive to begin with, surely they were a wonder of nature and had so many admirers, she just wasn’t on that list. She had found something—someone else much more interesting than those giant falls.

She came up next to him, and as she walked down the path she kept a slow pace. She could walk fast if she wished, but only if the situation would have ever required it, such as being on a mission or some other matter of urgency. On a day in which neither of those were happening though, the girl was a naturally slow walker. She never liked rushing around and had a tendency to take her time on anything that wasn’t too urgent. Unless of course a hungry stomach could count as something as such, it wasn’t that big of an emergency. Her companion of the day surely did not appear to be starving of hunger, besides a slow walk together would be far more enjoyable than one where they rushed down the mountainside. Perhaps he would’ve like to start more conversation or ask more questions about her. He surely seemed curious enough since the beginning of their interaction. Mari was more than happy to provide answers, though she didn’t always ask as many in response. She never liked “interrogating” people, mainly because she never could think of anything to ask, unless there was a question she could easily return.

The air felt cool mountainside, likely due to the falls from before. Though the rather loud roaring seemed to have faded as they grew distant from the viewing platform. A few more tourists would pass them by, couples, families, groups of friends, all eager to witness the sight that they two had just seen. She wondered if Razan had seen the falls just like what they had seen it like. She had never been a “civilian” so perhaps that was way of seeing the world she just wouldn’t understand by being a shinobi. Were ninjas and civilians that different after all? Did they see the world differently? Did they value life and death differently? What about family or friends, moral values or… justice? Would all of those aspects of civilian life differ from that of hers? Being a shinobi for over seven years, it was hard for her to recall how she had felt being a child untouched by the academy or without the idea of a sense of duty to her village.

They were nothing but pondering thoughts, they quickly made their way in and out of her head. She never liked thinking about the what ifs or how differents. She had the life she had, it was the life she had always known, and therefore she didn’t have the need to wonder about how her life would compare to someone else’s. It still was nice to be simply curious, and in due time if there conversation would continue, Razan would likely reveal anything to her that she asked within reason.

The path before them became less steep, a few buildings could be seen ahead. The same group of buildings she recalled from earlier. Her eyes turned to Razan, ”There’s a little café just right at the end there,” She motioned to the restaurant with a nod of her head. A few chairs and table sets sat just outside a small building with a red awning. Overall it had a quaint feeling to it. As there were just a little bit away, the back of the building could be seen, a deck and open air balcony, likely to have another view of the falls. ”It seems to be the nearest one by.” She added, noting that it was conveniently the first one they had seen.

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Mari || Plot || Stats || Jutsu || Items
D (2) || C (3) || B (0) || A (0) || S (0)

(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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Razan knew not of the long term effect his words of encouragement would have on his companion. Having spoken what, he believed to be the right thing to say at the given time. Even though he was wary of any shinobi he comes across, a civilian lifestyle and isolation from shinobi established populace being a contributing factor, he wouldn't allow it to affect his temperament towards those who treats him with kindness like Masayoshi-san had shown him throughout the entire of their conversation. Never once did she show any signs of aggression or disdain towards him being nothing more than a wandering blacksmith. She hadn't taken advantage of his status, using it for her own personal gain, manipulating him to her whims like some of the books about shinobis said they do. She did none of that, therefore, he treated her with kindness.

Though Masayoshi-san wouldn't see it, her eyes having averted his gaze, Razan smiled fondly at her - yet his eyes shown confusion. Did he cause her to be flustered? Speechless with his declaration that he believed in her? Did his words hold that much weight? If so, why? A stranger he was, granted that can be debated on now; why did it seem like she held his words in such a high regard? Why did she so readily believed his words? Was she able to see the honesty with his words? Or did she simply believed the words of anyone who complimented, and believed in her dreams? He didn't know the answer to the question, and it would be rude for him to question why she accepted his compliment without suspicion.

Maybe he was overthinking it. While it's true they were strangers in the beginning. The line had been increasing become blurred as their conversation continued. Strangers no longer seem to suffice in describing the relationship the pair had. If anything, they were becoming friends, something he openly expressed to Masayoshi-san. Seeing how didn't seem to try and rebuke his admission, Razan assumed the feeling of friendship was mutual. That she too felt the same way about him. Of course, Razan didn't have any way in knowing this, only assuming such through the interaction they have shared. Though this led to a question; why?

Why did she accept his friendship so easily? Wouldn't there be some doubts regarding the sincerity of his words? They haven't known each other for that long. Today being their first meeting, at least to his immediate knowledge. So, the fact she readily accepted his friendship was unexpected. She was a shinobi, no? Weren't they all paranoid to a fault? Shouldn't she be wary of his reasons for befriendment? Yet from what he could tell she wasn't. Accepting his friendship without questioning it. And just like before, he wanted to ask her regarding her decision, yet refrain from doing so. He believed in time, he would see what he currently could not. In time, Razan would realize why Masayoshi-san accepted his friendship

A smile mirrored the one present on his companion's face. It being small yet carrying a subtle warmth to it.  Eyes, dark russet in color, looked back at the falls and took a moment to appreciate them for one last time. The majestic falls of Mt.Ikkyu. One of the many places Razan had wanted to visit as a child, and only recently being able to. Coming up the trail that led to them, he didn't have any aspirations of befriending anyone at the location. Sure, the thought of making idle conversation with a fellow tourist was a pleasing one. However, never would he thought that he would hold a conversation with a shinobi which ultimately led them in becoming friends. Nor did the idea of said meeting turning into a lunch between them would happen. Not like he opposed to making friends because he wasn't. Just that it was unexpecting. A surprise which he find himself enjoying very much so. And so as he and the brown hair beauty beside him began walking away from the gallant falls, the natural phenomenon becoming smaller with each step they took, eyes glancing toward his companion, Razan couldn't help but to smile. Having come here for the falls, it would seem something more had caught his interest.

Walking side by side, Razan mirrored the pace set by his companion. It being slower than what he used to, yet, he didn't complain. Instead, he took the opportunity to enjoy the presence of not only Masayoshi-san but of everything around him. Even though the waterfalls almost drowned them out, Razan still heard the joyous laughter of children and idle chatter of teens and adults alike, all heading towards the waterfall. There amongst the coolness of the mountain-side air was an after rain-like smell, most likely caused by falls. A pleasant aroma which Razan liken.

"You know,", Razan said, attempting to grab his companion attention and breaking the silence that had descended upon the pair "Hearing about other hidden villages is one thing, but actually visiting one is something else entirely. Books neve seem to capture the true essence of a place(s) described within them. Colorful words can only go so far in painting the image of foreign lands. It's only when you village the place yourself do you get to experience the aura of said place. While born and raised in Hi no Kuni, I only visited Konohagakure no Sato once, and that was as a child. Living so close to Tea Country limited such travels. Even when I left home, I didn't venture to the resident hidden village. No, instead coming here to learn and maybe rethink my beliefs of shinobi. Kumo was the first hidden village ever entered, and even now having been here for some time, I still feel myself being a little bit overwhelm by everything. "he admit, chuckling softly "Silly isn't it?".

Small talk, something to keep the silence between them from becoming awkward, that what it was. Did he expect an answer from Masayoshi-san? Maybe, it would be nice, but he was fine if she didn't. He understood some people like their silence, and if she was one of those people then he would respect that.

Didn't take long for the path before them to become less steep, a few buildings coming into view ahead of them. They vaguely be recalled from his memory when he passed them during his walk up to the falls. His eyes met her's before glancing in the restaurant direction that was pointed out by Mari. Taking note of the establishment, more and more coming into view as their neared, Razan figured it would be a decent place to enjoy a meal. The fact it was out in the open didn't play a part into the decision; not like he enjoyed eating outside or anything. "Yep and It seems like a nice place.", he spoke, agreeing with her statement in regards to the café.

Moving towards the establishment "We can sit over there.", pointing towards a two person table to the right of their location that was a little further from the road they were own. He didn't feel like going inside and would rather eat out in the open. If agreed upon, Razan would pull the chair out of Masayoshi, and once she was comfortable make his way to the chair on the opposite in. "Masayoshi-san, is there anything you want to ask me? I been asking you so much as of late, especially about your shinobi life, that I think it's only fair if you ask about my civilian lifestyle.", he stated. Giving her the opportunity to ask anything within reason regarding his life up to now and his dreams as an individual. He didn't do this to get a chance to talk about himself, no, he just had an irking his companion wanted to know more about him. The talk itself would kill some time as a waitress headed towards their location.


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Ninjutsu: S | Bukijutsu(Bojutsu): C |
[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

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Masayoshi Mari

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Chuunin
"You know…”

It was during their walk down the mountain path that Razan decided to speak up. Mari listened intently, her eyes staring distantly as her mind kept up with the words of her current traveling companion. He explained his thoughts about how books couldn’t accurately describe a place, imagery could only go so far, being there is the only way one can the get the true experience of the place. She agreed with him mostly, her preferred literature never really described a place as it was, but instead how it once was. She never really put much thought into it since she never really desired travel too much too often. He mentioned his own story of being born and raised in HI no Kuni, bordering the Tea country limited his travels, and he had only visited Konohagakure no Sato once as a child. Shinobi villages, it seemed, were those places he never really experienced before. She caught one sentence in his dialogue that made her wonder, No, instead coming here to learn and maybe rethink my beliefs of shinobi. It dawned on her that as a civilian, his opinion of shinobi may not be the most favorable one. It certainly was a possibility, while many saw ninja of their village as heroes and idols, there were plenty who criticized the shinobi lifestyle, a merciless fighter, some raised from birth or young childhood to kill, used only by personal gain by ridiculously powerful kages of their village or for the daimyos of their lands. It was not a system without its flaws surely, yet Mari still believed there was good that remained, honor that had to be maintained, a true justice that needed to be followed and protected by the shinobi way of life.

She remained silent about that single sentence, allowing him to finish first. He only brushed over the subject and Mari simply could have been overthinking what he had said. If the occasion came where she could inquire about his opinion on shinobi, then she would be able to explain her thoughts in a more appropriate setting.

“Silly isn’t it?”

He had been talking about overwhelming it was to come to this place. She could understand that as well. As mentioned before, she was not a traveler. And coming from a clan of travelers, it seemed that it wasn’t very fitting of her at all to be a homebody. Words from someone she had just met that day shouldn’t have matter as much… but it was the first time anyone had told her that it was okay for her not be like the rest of her clan. For some reason, it did mean as much to her.

”I suppose it may be to someone who is not easily overwhelmed. Though for people like us who do not know what other places are like other than what our books tell us, then discovering new places truly is overwhelming.” She spoke as if they shared something in common, which they actually did. Both grew up without much displacement over the years, growing solitary to the area in which they were born, both had parents that they had separated from for family or clan related reasons, and both were for the first time, exploring the world on their own and discovering new things. Mari and Razan shared a similar story, she was glad that she could be a part of his, even if it was for just a little. She hoped that he would feel the same.

They reached the few buildings within a few moments, Mari pointed the restaurant she saw first. He agreed easily, already moving to café, Mari keeping close to him. He quickly pointed out an empty table on the outside. Being a gentleman, he pulled out a chair for the lady. Mari thanked him with a nod and sat down carefully smoothing her skirt with her hands, before crossing her legs comfortably. He took the seat opposite to her, speaking out once more.

"Masayoshi-san, is there anything you want to ask me? I been asking you so much as of late, especially about your shinobi life, that I think it's only fair if you ask about my civilian lifestyle.”

Fair enough, perhaps this would be a good time to ask him his opinion of shinobi. Though, the girl felt as if that was too heavy of subject to suddenly drop onto the man. If he did have an unfavorable opinion of shinobi, it couldn’t have been that bad. He had decided to spend so much time with her. And she didn’t want to make it seem like she was prying or that she was suspicious of him. She wasn’t of course, but she also wanted to be cautious. She was left to think of another question, something that she personally always wanted to ask someone who was not a shinobi.

”In addition to being a civilian, you also do not seem to have any loyalties to a village. Razan-san if I may ask, how is like not having specific ties to any one place? Besides of course, the home your parents had provided. Do you feel… freer? Or, perhaps, less constrained?” Her last add-ons faltered with uncertainty, it was more of a personal question than she had intended.

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Mari || Plot || Stats || Jutsu || Items
D (2) || C (3) || B (0) || A (0) || S (0)

(S)Taijutsu [Speed] (Striking & Grappling) || (S) Bukiijutsu (Sojutsu & Swordsmanship)
(S) Katon || (A) Raiton
Lavender Town || It's The Right Time || Chasing Dreams
"One day, Guest-san, your enemy will not take time to pity you because of your flaws."

Razan

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”I suppose it may be to someone who is not easily overwhelmed. Though for people like us who do not know what other places are like other than what our books tell us, then discovering new places truly is overwhelming.”

Finding someone who understood him wasn't something Razan had expected in this journey. The wandering blacksmith had thought he would spend some time within Kumogakure no Sato, meeting a few people here and there, but none who understood his circumstances. It had all to do with him not believing a shinobi, especially one tied to a village, could comprehend the plight of being unable to travel much - being confined to a single location, and having to supplement the knowledges of others through reading source material that rarely if ever had an objective outlook to them. While reading tomes and scrolls can take you to many places. It doesn't prepare you to experience them.

This being the case for others who were in similar positions as him - not including shinobis for they are constantly on the move. At least, he had assumed so until meeting the woman beside him. It was unfathomable to him that there might be shinobis who live a life similar to his. Who never had the opportunity to explore other regions due to circumstances out of their control. Who, just like him, can become overwhelmed when visiting a new place or discovering one. The thought of meeting one was damn laughable. Shinobis didn't have this problem - feeling overwhelmed wasn't something that occurs within them. That what he honestly thought until now. . .

Enter Masayoshi Mari. A kunoichi of Sunagakure no Sato, a shinobi, who not only had a similar background as him but also understood where he was coming from. He didn't think of the possibility of finding someone who he shared something in common with. And never did he think that person would end up being a shinobi. His understanding and view of them, shinobi, had been shaken up with the variable that is Masayoshi-san. Her words made him want to rethink what he thought about shinobis as a whole. Maybe there was more to them than what was originally taught to him by his educators? That asides from being gloried murders, they weren't as different as a person on the street, right?

She, Masayoshi-san, had unknowingly to her, shaken up a lifetime worth of beliefs by not being the stereotypical shinobi that was read about in books or spoken about in hush murmurs or doing class courses. From what he could tell, she wasn't an emotionless drone or a psychotic murderer. She had feelings, dreams, and motivations like any other normal person. Throughout their whole conversation, she had been cordial and very open when questions were asked. A far cry from what was taught to him.

It was something he would have to think about while alone. In the confinements of his own living arrangements where his thoughts couldn't be swayed by others. But for the time being, he won't bother in pondering much on the subject matter at hand, instead, focus on enjoying the surprising good company of Masayoshi-san.

A nod. Even though it was a simple gesture, Razan still appreciated it. When he had pulled out the chair for Masayoshi-san, he didn't expect to receive an acknowledgement for the deed. He having experience women who were way too independent and saw the act of a man pulling out a chair for them being slight against their sex. So, he was glad that his company didn't seem to be like that.

Settling in the chair opposite of her's and getting comfortable, he asked her if there was anything she wanted to know about him. He having spent the majority of time asking questions, therefore, he only felt it was fair she be allowed to do the same. No matter the question asked, he would answer it truthfully. . . to an extent. Like everyone, even Razan had things he wanted to hide.

Apprehension, he noted, just barely, that whatever the question Masayoshi-san wanted to asked she seem to be nervous. This piqued his curiosity a little as he wonder what it might be. Nevertheless, he gave her a warm smile, his way in encouraging her to ask whatever was on her mind. It didn't take long after that for the questions to be asked - the uncertainty of asking them being present within her voice.

”In addition to being a civilian, you also do not seem to have any loyalties to a village. Razan-san if I may ask, how is like not having specific ties to any one place? Besides, of course, the home your parents had provided. Do you feel… freer? Or, perhaps, less constrained?”

He now understood why there was some nervousness when it came to asking the questions. They were personal - particularly the latter one. Answering them truthfully could have the effect of changing her opinion of him in either a positive or negative light. Razan took the time to collect his thoughts before speaking " It's both a good and bad thing. Having no ties to any one place allows for more freedom. You can visit other places without much worry. You actions don't affect anything asides from you and those you are close to. You are able to speak your mind without repercussion from your home village. Best, yet, is you can settle down whenever you want. On the opposite side of things. The lack of loyalty to a village means you are an easier target for others to take advantage of. Kidnapping. Mugging. Ect. All is more likely to happen due to the perpetrator not fearing retaliation from a village. Motivations are also different due to you not having 'loyalty to village' instill into at a young age. Therefore, you must find different motivations to push you forward. And even though you are able to travel where ever you might please. The village you visit will look at you with some suspicion because your lack of loyalty to a village can mean you are mercenary or someone for higher. You are a wildcard and that can be a bad thing to you shinobis.", he spoke. Taking a minute to allow his words to sink in before continuing " I feel freer being a wanderer with little to any ties to a village. I can't see myself being moulded into loving my village and hating the others for actions done before my time or by those with more power than I. It's the main reason why I'm glad my parents kicked me out of the house."

Of course, he was going to elaborate on what he meant by that "I hope you don't take this the wrong way. My viewpoints of shinobis, in general, isn't the best. I see them as gloried murderers who have done more bad than good. Yes, one can argue, shinobis are what keep the crime rate down - killing off bandits and the likes. However, one can't say in good conscious that a shinobi never used their standing to get away with less than savory things. Nor one can say shinobis, specifically missing-nin, makes up the majority of criminals. I was taught this by my civilian teachers. We were taught to fear shinobi for they will kill you without a second thought. My opinion of shinobis isn't the best. However, if it wasn't for my parents kicking me out of the house, my opinion would be worse. Through conversing with you, my opinions are slowly being changed. The damage done by my teachers is slowly being undone. Without them hounding me, I can form my own opinions about the world around me and make friends with those who I want to.", he smiled - the last part of the statement being directed at Masayoshi-san.

Having answered the question, Razan wonder what his company thought of him now. Would she still want to be his friend despite his less than positive outlook on shinobi? Or will she shy away from him? He didn't know the answer to the questions. He can only wait to see how things would play out. No matter, though, as the waiter came to their came, and as they order and enjoyed their meal, Razan would still view the woman before him as a friend.

Friends. . .
. . .with a
shinobi. . .

Who would have thought. . .



~Exit Thread~
((OOC: Sorry for the long delay. I believe this to be a good place to stop and can lead to future threads between the two. It has been a joy to write with such a skill writer. I can't wait to write with you in the near future.))


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Jutsu Training:
[B-Rank] - Earth Release: Earth Style Wall - 1500 wc - 200 ryo
[B-Rank] - Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet - 1500 wc - 200 ryo
[B-Rank] - Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear - 1500 wc - 200 ryo
[C-Rank] - Earth Release: Rising Spear - 1000 wc - 150 ryo
[C-Rank] - Earth Release: Tearing Earth Turning Palm - 1000 wc - 150 ryo
[C-Rank] - Earth Release: Stone Pistol Jutsu - 1000 wc - 150 ryo
[C-Rank] - Wind Release: Bursting Compressed Air - 1000 wc - 150 ryo
Used WC: 8500 wc and 1200 ryo
Leftover WC: 737



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Ninjutsu: S | Bukijutsu(Bojutsu): C |
[Missions] D: 0 | C: 0 | B: 0 | A: 0 | S: 0 | SS: 0

Character | Jutsu | LockerStats
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Masayoshi Mari

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Even as she said her words, she knew that they likely sounded awkward. Were they inappropriate questions to ask? No more so than the thought of asking him his opinion on shinobi. However, he had been the one that offered the 'interrogation,' the type of thing the girl tried to avoid the most. She never felt like she asked the right questions. It was not that she wasn't curious about people at all, but she rather preferred them to open up to her that her opening them up herself. As mentioned earlier, Mari wasn't the type to hang out with friends all the time. It wasn't that she didn't have any, it was just that she never really reached out to anyone unless they reached out to her first. And it seemed that no one really bothered to do that too often. It never bothered her, being alone, her parents had long left her to her own devices years ago. She had grown used to it, perhaps even too used to it.

So, here she was in a new village, meeting new people, and seeing new sites. It was all very different from what she was accustomed to back in the desert. Yet while Mari had the slightest bit of homesickness, there was a curiosity that began to foster within her about all these new and different things. She had asked the question becuase she wanted to know more about this man, one day call him a true 'friend' in whatever the meaning of the word could be.

When she had asked her question, the man of russet hair gave her a warm smile of... Encouragement? Comfort? Assurance? She felt embarrassed to think that she needed to feel uneasy. She knew he would answer as truthfully as he could, considering the circumstances of a first  meeting. He would not reveal everything, as everyone always had something to hide, but she felt that she could take the words he say with sincerity.

" It's both a good and bad thing...."

There were always the pros and cons of everything, being a shinobi or a wanderer was no different. He did speak of the freedom to do what he wished, to go where he wanted without a loyalty to any village to bind him. It once again reminded the girl of the travelers of her clan's, who felt no such bonds or limitations as they wandered the world recording their history and bringing justice to the wrongdoers. If she had said yes to her parents so long ago, when they offered for her to come with them, would she have lived the same kind of life? Or... Would she have forever felt a longing for a permanent home? Just as she felt homesick now, would that mean she never would have found a place she felt comfortable with? Suna was her home, yet her parents didn't feel the same, they were free wandering spirits. While she was just... Different.

He began to elaborate upon the negative aspects as well. Things like kidnapping or mugging, wanderers were easy targets for, and with no village to back them, criminals saw less repercussions for attack such travelers. Mari never worried those dangers with her parents, besides simple historians they too studied in the traditional Taijutsu of the their Clan and were very well capable of defending themselves and then some. She had to wonder about the man before her, did he have any special tricks up his sleeves when faced with such enemies? He was a civilian, yet he had to have some form of self defense since he was alone. He mentioned being a blacksmith, so likely he had a few swords or Weapons at his disposal. Yet suddenly thinking that he had nothing at all, made the girl worrisome. Perhaps if there ever was an occasion she would teach him some self defense techniques, basic taijutsu, if he was indeed lacking anything of the sort. It seemed all hypothetical in turn, yet she felt as if this meeting would not be their last. She surely hoped her feelings weren't wrong.

He continued on, saying that motivations were not exactly the same and that villages themselves would look at him cautiously. Lacking loyalty... It had such a negative connotation just hearing the words out loud. A traditional village shinobi would in effect see such a wanderer as a "wild card" as he said. Mari herself never liked to judge based solely by name or appearance, but instead of the actions a person committed and then exact justice or reward depending on those actions. Perhaps she saw the world as black and white, accepting few gray areas in between. It never came down someone else's word but her own decision on the judgement of others.

In the end Razan seemed to enjoy being a traveler as he was, despite the risks involved with it. In fact he seemed to be grateful that his parents did "kick him out of the house." Mari couldn't really imagine herself in that situation, she wouldn't really have a clue to begin if had ever decided to travel around on her own with no set destination. She was a shinobi with a loyalty to her village, she could never see herself any other way.  With the man's next set of words, however, the girl's anxious fears has been confirmed.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way. My viewpoints of shinobis, in general, isn't the best...."

She felt the corners of her mouth turn down, a small frown for realizing that indeed he was the type to hold shinobi in a darker criticism. There was no fault in that opinion, it was just that... the girl happened to be a kunoichi herself. He couldn't have though they were all that bad, since he did happen to talk to her for so long. She had detected no animosity or resentment from him since revealing she was a shinobi, as obvious as it was from the Emblem she wore on her arm. Like many who disapproved of shinobi, he had seen them as glorified murderers, and despite trying to maintain law, criminals and missing nins were shinobi as well. She could not deny those facts, she only listened to his explanation with as nuetral expression. He had been taught to fear her kind, so he had no choice but to listen. Yet there was something else, slowly he had come to realize that not every shinobi was all that bad.

"However, if it wasn't for my parents kicking me out of the house, my opinion would be worse. Through conversing with you, my opinions are slowly being changed. The damage done by my teachers is slowly being undone. Without them hounding me, I can form my own opinions about the world around me and make friends with those who I want to."

The last of his words were directed to her with a smile, much to the girl's surprise she could only blush in response. Her eyes averting his gaze. It felt odd, if not embarrassing, for to her to think that she was not just a single shinobi, but a representation of a vast array of souls from the benevolent to the corrupted for this man before her. A single person could never make up for everyone as shinobi or related profession.  To say that all shinobi were bad wasn't right. To say that all shinobi were good wasn't right either. In the end, Mari felt that judgements could only be made person by person, never a generalization. A flawed thinking that had been hammered into this young man's head, though he was soon coming out of that close minded thinking.

Mari smiled back to him, her head still sorting through all the thoughts that slammed their way in and out. After all was said and done, there was really only thing the girl could say back.  "It goes without saying... But I truly hope that we can become friend." She felt lighter by saying those words, they had come so easy and she hoped that getting closer with the wanderer Razan would be just as so.

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