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1 Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:16 am

Fukai

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Purple eyes hovered over the sugar dipped flour cakes on the table while he munched on his wheat paste. It was the third morning after the first round of the second stage of the chuunin exams that were hosted in kumogakure this year. Fukai had once again emerged victorious and without a scratch but he was not pleased with himself in the slightest, in fact, he did not think much of his performance so far, it was just part of due course for the Iwagakure genin. Sitting opposite him was his elderly supervisor 'Old Man Kudaru'. He was a hardened ex shinobi and had been more than a little annoyed that he was tasked with baby sitting. His stern brow dominated his weakening body, arms crossed in front of him. He had brought the genin some pancakes as a half arsed congratulations. Fukai had noticed that he had started to soften up to Fukai a little more in recent days and he understood why. In the ninja business, results are highly valued above all else and a top four finish had managed to net him a minuscule taste of Kudaru's approval.

But the stubborn young man was not going to eat the cakes and instead kept chewing on the gritty paste. Fukai's eyes switched back to the old man and saw him shrug his head back in exasperation. Fine, don't eat. But I have to say, if you keep up this form, you will put our great village back at the top-. The younger male had heard these ravings too many times on this expedition and was getting quite sick of it. He interrrupted the man. Please shut up. The attempt at politeness with the use of the word please was nullified by his monotone. Kudaru, who was used to Fukai's rudeness and rejection of his speeches, continued to drone on. You have no idea the prosperity that can be brought by a victory at the exam final. People look to-. Fukai flicked his breakfast up into the face of the old man with deft hands and then body flickered out of the window, scarpering down the street. Kudaru moved quickly and managed to scoop the paste back up in the bowl in midair before it hit his face but lost sight of his rebellious charge. He sighed in defeat, pulling the flour cakes towards himself. It wasn't the first time that Fukai had skipped out from underneath his nose.

He strolled through the streets, heading out from the main resort and out to the back of the mountain. Fukai couldn't handle that sort of pressure from responsibility in these in between times and preferred to just take the challenges as they came. He had never shouldered this much responsibility before and his psyche did not seem to like the burden. His entourage did not help at all, the many people living in such close quarters gave claustrophobia to the young man who had been with too much space for so long. The large figure passed a couple of middle aged men, the men turned and exclaimed to him. Hey Fukai! Nice fight, you beat the shit outta that little girl. I will be betting on you next so don't fuck up! He turned to stare out of surprise but kept walking, his step only faltering a little. He had won the last round by defeating a small girl called Sakumi decisively and without mercy. It was something he did not feel guilt about, but others seemed to have hangups about his particular method. He kept walking, not sure where to go on this little mountain top.

His mind kept wandering back to the two men. They had been betting on and seemingly enjoying the chuunin exams like it was some sort of show. He had an issue with this. The ninja arts was something that was created and honed for a very serious reason and should not be made a spectacle in such a fashion. It was bad enough that they had a competition such as the exam but to take it and commercialise it in such a large scale way was nothing less than tacky. Although, Fukai would have to admit that he had been enjoying the resort in Mt Ikkyu so far. Ugh. It seemed quite silly, how did it even get like this? The Chuunin Exams were a long standing tradition in the shinobi world but Fukai was not the type of person to continue down a path just because that is what has always been done. Why was he here instead of working for Iwa, completing missions and the usual? He could not find an answer that would satisfy him.

A basketball bonked him on the head, giving him a rude awakening. He had managed to stumble upon a basketball court with a few young men playing about twenty metres away. The spherical escapee had taken a foothold on his head to jump up to a leafy net above. The young men turned to look at him expectantly. After the daze wore off, he realised that they wanted him to fetch their ball. He obliged, he may as well as he didn't have much else to do. Starting the supernatural walking practice, he scaled the tree a few metres until the ball was within reach, or so he thought. Stretching out to grab it, his control slipped and his jutsu faded. He began to fall at the same time as his flailing flicked his scarf up to entangle in a branch. He fell down to a foot off the earth, the scarf wrapped around his neck like a noose. He swung there spluttering for a bit, amazed at his own failure.

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Buki: SS | Nin: SS | Rai: SS | Fuu: SS
D: 4 | C: 12 | B: 7 | A: 1 | S: 1

2 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:53 am

Seiryū

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Laying down and taking a nap was something he truly wished he was doing at the current moment, yet it alluded him, as his eyes remained fully open, no signs of drowsiness were apparent to him. Considering he was debating on calling it in early, for the Chuunin Exams, while still interesting to spectate, didn’t seem to appeal to Seiryū’s base interests, nor did it seem beneficial for him to remain in the foreign land for an even longer prolonged period of time where his time was mainly spent milling about the town. The very same activities that Seiryū had done thus far could easily be achieved should he choose to return home within the next few days, even with the lull following the first set of matches in the second round of this year’s Chuunin Exams. Each day that the silver-haired male spent walking around Mt. Ikkyu, running in to at least one new person, could be achieved in Sunagakure no Sato, even if the faces eventually began to repeat themselves, though he’d never be able to meet everybody that occupied his home. Yet, it felt… dry, to do the same thing over and over here, since he was essentially on a vacation. Perhaps, it was simply time for the chuunin to head back to the Village Hidden by Sand and resume his shinobi duties, complete more missions, and eventually progress through the ranks, as he couldn’t do that here.

So, as another day continued to progress, with no progress on his end to improve his skills, the decision to return was nearing, for the Chuunin Exams could only provide him with so much to watch before he would eventually tire of it. His steps were slow, with no rush to reach a particular destination. The pavement that he was walking on produced no sound from his light steps, yet the patter of footfalls from others rung in his ears momentarily. Not needing to move past others, Seiryū calmly continued on his way, to find an area where he could simply relax once more for the day, clear his mind and figure out what it was that he truly wished to do. With a sated stomach and alertness, there wasn’t much else for Seiryū to do on days like these, yet if he was in his home village, he’d likely be training given these certain circumstances. Of course, given that he was here, in Kaminari no Kuni, it just… didn’t feel right to spend his time training when he was here, more or less, to be a simple civilian, a spectator, yet that didn’t seem to feel… normal to him. Training, while a viable option, wasn’t something he sought out actively as of this moment, especially after his last meeting with a particular individual. Regardless of that aspect, Seiryū had left the majority of his gear back in his hotel room, only bringing along the clothes he was wearing, and the few senbon and the single kunai he was carrying upon his person.

Seiryū’s mindless wandering had led him to a part of the mountain where he hadn’t walked before, though he certainly knew of its existence. The ground beneath him changed from a solid path to one that was cushioned, soft enough for one to land on and not has to worry about injury. The imprints left by his footsteps would eventually fade away from the green surface once someone else’s steps had come to overwrite his own. In the distance shouts could be heard, not one of vendors that loudly advertised their wares, but rather that of young adolescents who enjoyed the freedom that the outside world provided for them. The world in which they thrived by playing. The sound of a ball bouncing, shouts for passes, shots, or defensive calls could be faintly heard by Seiryū from his current distance. Then there was the simple, yet ear crunching sound of a basketball hitting an innocent bystander in the face.

Blinking, he watched the male with a crimson scarf go to retrieve the ball for those on the basketball court. He noted that the male was indeed a shinobi, having begun scaling up a tree. The scarf somewhat reminded him of something, yet he couldn’t exactly place what the significance of such an item was about, though it seemed vaguely familiar to him. Supressing a bout of laughter at the spectacle that followed, though it certainly shouldn’t be seen as a laughing matter, Seiryū began making his way to the now hanging male, as he had passed the ball back. Scarves, while having their uses, certainly were not the most optimal piece of wear for a shinobi. He approached the individual for a moment, though getting him down certainly would be the first priority, for Seiryū certainly didn’t want to be the one responsible for his death. Of course, those playing basketball had resumed their game, thus none of them would be the ones to extract the choking male.

Heaving out the lightest of sighs, Seiryū made his way up the tree, to find the piece of wood in which the scarf had caught on to. He could, easily, just the scarf to save the hanging man, though destroying personal property wasn’t something Seiryū wished to do, especially if the object held some significance to the male. “One scarf, going down.” Seiryū voiced out, figuring the male on the noose would be able to hear his warning and brace for the impact… even if it was a simple foot drop. Removing the scarf and letting it go, such that it fell freely to the ground, Seiryū only watched as the boy would hit the ground in a second or so. Seiryū, seated on the branch of the tree, took a more relaxed position, watching the game of basketball before him. “You know, if you wanted to commit suicide, I’d advise in finding a more private place. Someone was bound to save you and it just happened to be me.” Seiryū worded out, once he was sure he was fine… at least alive. “You okay?” He asked, more out of courtesy than anything, as he was sure his breathing would return to normal in a few seconds or so.



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3 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Sat Sep 19, 2015 10:52 am

Fukai

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One step after the other, he had started to scale the tree. This particular genin was not so sharp at the constant control of chakra required to master the supernatural walking jutsu and found it hard to maintain something like this while he was doing other actions. His particular ninja arts and bukijutsu style was more about forcible chakra expulsion and exertion. It was indeed also hard for him to control chakra outside of a combat environment. Like his body recognised that he was not in danger or not requiring his jutsu. When he stretched out, his control faltered. His foot slipped from it's join with the tree and he dropped into his noose.

He struggled as the cloths stretched and tightened around his neck. His fingers clawed, trying to find some give and his toes waved around, trying to find the ground. Fukai heard laughter as his face reddened, half from blood restriction, half from embarrassment. A young man about the same age as himself approached. He looked like he was going to help him down from his predicament. Quickly scaling the tree, the stranger called down to him that he was letting him down. The cloth came free without ripping which was much to Fukai's gratitude, the the Iwa nin was ready and dropped down to the ground and absorbed the impact with his ankles. Rubbing his neck and re-adjusting his scarf, Fukai turned around to greet the kind stranger. He was of surprisingly close in appearance to himself, having white hair and purple eyes. He could tell he had a slight height advantage over him although it was hard to tell from the man's crouching position. He sat on the branch above and looked out at the game that was taking place. He made a joke about suicide but followed up with asking if he was ok. This young man, who was clearly a shinobi himself, seemed to have a kind nature. Yes, thank you. I was in quite a pickle there but thanks to you, it was only my pride that was damaged. He took a step forward, putting his foot in a little puddle of mud. He shifted his weight onto that foot and promptly slipped and fell face first into the puddle, getting an accidental facial. He was not having a good day.

He lay there for a few seconds, accepting his fate. Fukai had been defeated. He must have crossed under a black cat's ladder this morning without noticing. He slowly gathered himself and rose from the ground. He slapped his forehead with both hands and swept his face with one big flick. Ugghh he rumbled. My name is uh, Fukai Fantomusodo and the proud sole representative of Iwagakure in this year's chuunin exams. He felt obliged to try to increase his stature after it had just been guttered by his actions. A hopeless endeavor for sure. There was a howl of laughter from the boys on the court as they had stopped playing when they had noticed his unfortunate series of actions. They yelled over to the pair of new acquaintances. Yo! We need two more players to play full court, come 'ere! Fukai glanced at the young man. He was going to try to earn back some street cred, maybe make up for his embarrassment. The large man rose up to full height and puffed out his chest. He staunchly swaggered over to the court to meet the kids. They were a group of half a dozen males about a few years younger, the closest ones had a cheeky smile, the couple at the back chittered with giggles. He pivoted and sized up the hoop with an eagle's precision. A ball was tossed to him and he grabbed it with one hand and held it close to his chest. This was his vessel of awesomeness. He shall deliver the word of the ultimate being to all of the onlookers. Fukai took a deep breath in and steadied his doubt filled heart as a bit of sludge dripped off of his chin. The hoop was about five metres away and his height brought him even closer.

This was it, the shot that would determine his worth. Make or break time. Without any more delay, he fired it off. The orange ball hit the metal ring and rebounded straight into his face. The unexpected impact spun him round and sprawled him across the concrete. He lay there in a daze as the ball rolled towards the Seiryu...

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4 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:50 am

Seiryū

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Now that the predicament that this stranger had gotten himself into had been resolved, Seiryū finally was able to chance a glance at the unknown entity and take in to account the physical characteristics of the male. Aside from the crimson scarf that he had noted before, the other notable feature that appeared to Seiryū’s eyes was that of the man’s hair, as it was quite similar to Seiryū’s own colouring, though his own wasn’t natural. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to assume that the other had done something similar, though it just as easily could be his natural trait, unlike Seiryū’s own. The majority he could see from his current perch, on the tree, was the crimson trail, which would’ve brought him his end, wrapped around his neck and the silver hairs that were far longer than Seiryū’s own. Recently, he had gotten around to fixing up his hair slightly, thus it was no longer dark at the roots, yet it didn’t seem to have the same effect as the recovering male on the ground.

Seiryū wasn’t too interested in if the man was actually okay, for he’d recover with just a bit of time, but simple courtesy always dictated Seiryū to ask such a question just seconds ago. Now, with the question in the air, Seiryū would barely pay attention to the given answer, practically showing his indifference to the situation at hand, even if most would be worried. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but he knew it was harmless for he had been only hanging for a short period of time, so his throat would likely need a bit more time to recover than anything else… aside from his pride, which was the only thing that Seiryū’e ears caught on to as the stranger spoke out. Kindness, while one of the many traits Seiryū possessed, wasn’t something he showed entirely, but rather kept hidden through the usage of many other personality traits he possessed. Most of the time, his kindness wasn’t directly shown, for compassion had no place when one took in to account the full job description of being a shinobi. He had no qualms about killing, though he was still a chuunin and had yet to go on a mission indicating such a task. But, given that this was no mission or life-threatening encounter, there was no need to think along such lines, but compassion still wouldn’t be something he directly showed, as he had previously masked it through courtesy.

The only notable piece of information that Seiryū received happened to be the male’s name, Fukai Fantomusodo. He couldn’t exactly recall the name, though it seemed to hold some familiarity to Seiryū. Given that the taller individual happened to be a native of Iwagakure no Sato, Seiryū knew he had no prior meeting with this individual, thus he’d likely heard the name someplace on the streets… and given he was participating in the Chuunin Exams, as he had caught that bit as well, it was only right to assume that this ‘Fukai’ was doing somewhat decently in the exams to be talked about quite a bit, for that was solely how Seiryū could figure out the name. As for the skills of the individual… given his previous… predicament, it was difficult for Seiryū to picture Fukai doing well in the exams.

Hearing a shout from a distance away, from where his eyes were currently trained, Seiryū partially ignored the call for more players, seeing as they could easily do a game without them both. He presumed they wished for greater numbers in their game, thus asking two complete strangers, one of whom was beginning to get up and make his way to the court. Seating himself on the branch itself, as Fukai walked away, not allowing Seiryū the chance to introduce himself, Seiryū would simply watch what was would happen as he debated what it was he wished to do. His practice with kyujutsu, archery, would be able to translate to this particular game, for one had to angle their shots correctly, yet Seiryū wasn’t entirely inclined at the moment to participate. A smirk graced his lips as he watched the taller male with purple eyes begin walking towards the group of teenagers. After his previous action of getting himself caught up, Seiryū was interested to see what would become of Fukai on the court itself. Once the orange globe was resting in Fukai’s hands, Seiryū’s eyes sharpened in the slightest, wanting to see what Fukai would end up doing.

A resounding dong echoed through the open area, reaching Seiryū’s ears as he saw the arch in which the ball now began to travel in. The sound of the ball hitting a face quickly followed the first sound; causing Seiryū’s grin to widen out of the situation Fukai had placed himself in with just two simple actions of climbing up a tree and shooting a basketball. As the ball rolled towards the same area once again, a brief sigh was released by Seiryū, knowing he’d be the one having to retrieve it for them. He could just as easily throw it back and take his perch on this particular branch once more, but he had the feeling that he’d be pestered to join in sooner or later. With the shift of his weight going slightly forward, allowing gravity to take him back down to the ground, Seiryū landed soundlessly on the grass and began to leisurely make his way towards the basketball.

Picking up the ball and easily throwing it towards one of the many teenagers, Seiryū continued on his unhurried pace towards the court, not eager to join in a game of basketball. There were many thing floating around in Seiryū’s mind that he could easily say to Fukai, yet he knew each of them would just bring about another bout of embarrassment for the tallest individual on the court, so he figured he keep them held in… or at least try to. The temptation was certainly there and his grin wasn’t going to be disappearing anytime soon.  “Maybe basketball just isn’t your sport.” Seiryū supplied, though it certainly wasn’t the most embarrassing thing he could’ve said. In fact, he supposed he could attempt to help Fukai save some face, yet that would mean he wouldn’t get any more entertainment value out of his mishaps.



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5 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:40 am

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A series of unfortunate events? More like a reverse miracle. How such things happened to someone so coordinated was nothing short of amazing. It certainly impressed Fukai who just continued to lie on the floor of the court and accept his fate. The kids that surrounded them could not control the outburst of laughter that his goof generated. He lay outstretched on the ashfelt like a starfish. There was nothing left for him to do, he simply gave up. Today was not his lucky day. He had so confidently strode towards the court, sure to impress the onlookers with his wicked skillz but it just simply did not work out for him. The ball left his fingers with authority, gliding gracefully towards the hoop. And then everything went sour as it collided with the metal ring at that awkward angle where it rebounded so unexpectedly straight back into Fukai's face. The smack was disorienting, leaving him dazed after impact. His face was getting it's fair share of a pounding today, it was now a shade of red akin to a tomato. Embarrassment was a cause for most of the colour, although.

He lay there for a little while, gathering his wits. He could see Seiryu approach out of the corner of his eye, casually picking up the ball and flicking it back with a trademark finesse of a ninja. The thing that Fukai seemed to lack at this moment. Maybe basketball just isn’t your sport. Tell me about it. He doubted anything was his sport today. He took the stranger's words as a gentle suggestion that maybe he should just stop doing things. His vision cleared and he sighed in defeat as the laughter started to subside. I guess you're right. He rolled onto his hands and knees and started to crawl towards the other young man. He did not trust his balance a this moment and would not risk rising to a bipedal stance only to fall once more. No, the ground was safe. The ground was his friend. The asphalt surface was unforgiving but his hands were rough and worked. Thankfully he did not bash the back of his head when he fell or it could have been a serious accident. Blazing through the exams only to fall victim to his own clumsyness. He could read the headlines already. That was certainly one way to screw his village's reputation.

Finally making it over to the man who looked so much like him (although arguably uglier), he joined him on the sidelines and sat down on his bottom. Sitting next to the curious young man, he watched the boys resume play. He would be avoiding any sort of antics for the time being. He dusted his hands off to the side, not wishing to dirty his clothes. He then sighed one last time while checking his ear for any brain fluid. He just sat there and his mind slowly went calm. Watching the others fool around and have a good time was soothing in it's own way. His thoughts were slowly pulled back to something that had been on his mind due to recent events. Slowly, the genin spoke. Hey, can I ask you a question? If there was something going on that may effect you or your people but it isn't your business to know about it, what would you do? Would you let it be or take action? It was indeed a risky thing to ask an outsider on a village issue but he kept the question broad enough so that nothing would be told. He would not expand on his question because of this either. It was the vocalisation of his own internal thinking and he was already growing feelings of resolve. Hearing what another would say on the matter may confirm his own views.

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6 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Wed Sep 23, 2015 2:18 am

Seiryū

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“I guess you're right.”

Seiryū already knew he was right the moment the words had left his mouth, as the previous turn of events had practically sung that basketballs, in general, had it out for Fukai. Even with his own prowess in aiming, he found that simple things, such as sports, weren’t much his forte, simply because he never put any time to playing any sports. The simple luxuries made for civilians never really ever applied to him, as he often found himself doing something else, or wasting away time by doing nothing productive at all. Seiryū‘s childhood, which was essentially stripped away from him before he could develop a sense of independency, lacked anything one would find in the normal one of any other human being, as his forced upbringing forced Seiryū to grow quickly and not have any sense of the word play. The moment where Seiryū found his independence, the moment in which his father wanted nothing to do with him, was the first time where Seiryū could possibly play. Yet, in the end, Seiryū’s life had made that time limited, for he had to learn quickly how to adapt, how to survive.

Seiryū only looked on curiously as Fukai crawled towards him, taking in the pathetic image of such a thing. While he couldn’t say Fukai fit that particular scene, the movements just didn’t seem to fit the larger man in Seiryū’s eyes. Perhaps it was all due to perception, for Fukai was of a larger stature than Seiryū’s own and he could never imagine himself in such a position, where his legs could potentially fail him from walking. Seiryū’s eyes followed Fukai’s movements until the man finally was positioned near him, before quickly turning in to a seated position. The native of Sunagakure no Sato stood for a moment longer, watching Fukai before finally sitting on the ground, his feet stretched out in front of him. He went back to watching the game of basketball, for he had no interest in looking at Fukai. The moments of silence passed as he heard rustling coming from his left, where Fukai had seated himself. The sounds were instantly muted, for he truly didn’t care what Fukai was doing, though he knew sooner or later one of the two would break the muted silence that had been temporarily agreed upon. Seiryū himself didn’t know what to say, aside from commenting once again upon Fukai’s earlier actions and introducing himself, which he had yet to do, but it certainly wasn’t a pressing issue, for he was completely fine being a complete and total stranger.

“Hey, can I ask you a question? If there was something going on that may effect you or your people but it isn't your business to know about it, what would you do? Would you let it be or take action?”

He hadn’t expected a question that could possess a whole realm of consequences, meanings, and actions from Fukai. Seiryū wasn’t expecting anything to really come from this meeting, at least nothing that could hold more meaning than it originally led on to. Thinking on the question itself, he already knew what his own answer would be, yet Seiryū had no idea how to translate it to words that another being would understand. Concepts, while always great in theory, never could be translated in such a way for another person to completely understand them. His entire answer, based on what Fukai was asking, would be about survival. Since really, in the end, that was the goal of every living creature. Hypothetically, if the issue at hand was something Seiryū would need to worry about, then the situation called for immediate intervention, specifically if it affected him. There was no other question, for if there was a threat, it was always best to get rid of it as soon as possible. As for Fukai stating that it ‘wasn’t any of his business to know about’, the fact that he knew about it and was asking question gave Seiryū the answer he would do in such a situation. This, however, was simply Seiryū’s answer for such a thing, as it only accounted for himself, as he had no people to lead or protect, though he figured that may be Fukai’s most pressing issue about addressing such a situation.

“I presume this is something plaguing you.” He breathed out, eyes still trained on the game of basketball occurring. He would answer Fukai’s question, though his eyes would remain trained ahead. “Well, since you’re asking,  then obviously it is problematic enough that it needs to be taken care of.” Seiryū believed if one had to question a decision, then obviously there was something pressing about it, when it came a situation that could affect his life. The fact that Fukai had asked, gave him the sense that it was better to deal with the issue, before it became problematic. “As for what I would do… Take action. There’s only one thing in life to really worry about. Survival. If, whatever your situation is, is disturbing enough to raise questions, then its best to get rid of it. Better that it doesn’t become an issue and get rid of it quickly, before it becomes too much to handle. As for not being any of your business, you know what you know. Even if you shouldn’t know it, the fact that you do and the fact that you’re worrying about it is enough evidence to go against… whatever the issue is.” Seiryū answered, though he honestly wondered why he was doing so. Of course, since none of it was really personal nor informing enough, there wasn’t anything for the Suna native to worry about, in regards to future repercussions. His own problems, the one’s he would eventually have to deal with, he couldn’t get rid of, simply because they were dangerous to get rid of now.



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7 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Wed Sep 23, 2015 6:04 am

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It was a strange line of questioning, for sure. He could not divulge on the specifics of the thing that weighed on his mind as it could prove detrimental to him. Fukai sensed something going on, he had a strong nose for things like this, even if he couldn't figure out what it was exactly. For the first time, he wished Karumo was here. So he could talk things over with him. The small social gatherings that they had often eased his soul and made him feel at peace. But he would be in Suna by now so the genin was attempting to seek the same sort of thing from this guy here. He realised that it may not help him as it was too vague but he appreciated his silver haired compadre for trying. What Seiryu said was of great interest and value to him, his words seemed to somehow mimicked his own thought processes. He was talking aloud about this to help his own mind sort it out but the fact that his word's mirrored his current tendencies was greatly comforting.

One of the boys received the ball back from one of his teammates. He took it and rushed forward, keeping his dribbles low. His eyes darted around, taking in all of his surroundings. What allies were opening opportunities for him and what opponents were closing them. His brain quickly decided on the best plan of action, taking into account the pressure and positioning of the players on the court. He swerved left and managed to drag the defender with him, opening up a hole so that he could get a sneaky bounce pass off to his friend. His friend went low to receive and then stepped back and leapt upwards. His hands flew in an arc, one providing the power and one to control the direction. The defender was slightly too far out of position and could only jump to block after the orange globe had already sailed over his fingertips. The projectile arced and flew through the metal ring. A yell of accomplishment and excitement came from the offending team, they then proceeded to run backwards together while doing a rather gratuitous victory dance. There was a rather satisfying side to watching people enjoying little moments in life, they were sometimes few and far between. There was always work to be done but for now, these kids could rest easy and be glad of the company. After all, who knew what was around the corner?

Fukai smiled up at the nin and then slowly and steadily got to his feet. He wobbled a little as he stood, his balance still not quite back to normal. Apparently he had now grown inhibitions on the basic movement that toddlers were capable of. He dusted little stones off of his behind and then spoke one last time. Thank you, Mr. He turned his head to the horizon that he had come from. Somewhere far out of sight was his home. Soon enough, he would be returning. He had already changed a fair deal but he wondered how exactly that would make his life change. It seems like I have some work to do. And with that, Fukai started off in the way he had come, leaving the other shinobi by the court side. His mind was a lot clearer now, he could now trust himself to take decisive action if it should be required. Now he just had to figure out his plan of action.

After travelling twenty metres, he sighed one last time. He was not used to this kind of thinking, deception and covert operation was second nature to him, he was more likely to be the one in the front, conspicuously bopping plebs in the face. But it seemed that there was a need for his skill set to change somewhat, he would do whatever was necessary.

Take action.

He was lost in thought as he stood in that fateful puddle. His foot hit mud and made him lose traction, thereby skidding into an anchored rock. The sudden stop launched him off his feet and made him do a small somersault to land flat on his arse once more.

[711] /3084
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8 Re: Ball is Life [Seiryu/private/nokill] on Fri Oct 02, 2015 2:40 pm

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Seiryū’s eyes remained trained forward, watching as the younger teenagers continued their game of basketball. Having said his short piece to Fukai, one that he assumed would assist the taller individual in making a decision that held more meaning to it than he had stated, or it was Fukai’s simple wish to understand the inner workings of a random strangers mind. Though, he couldn’t fault Fukai, for his previous mishaps made it evidently clear the older male wasn’t exactly the most fit towards being a shinobi, for most wouldn’t have placed themselves in a situation where the accidentally hung themselves, nor would they be far too slow to dodge an oncoming basketball when they were trained to avoid kunai and various other projectiles, so dodging a basketball shouldn’t be out of the question either. Perhaps Fukai suffered one too many head injuries and couldn’t draw these conclusions on his own, thus needing the intellect of anyone, compared to Fukai’s own mental deficits. Of course, this was presuming the worst of things when it came to Fukai and how he functioned. Given that Seiryū had only exchange a few words, he couldn’t assume too much about Fukai, for he had only seen and heard a few things from the man, none of which were impressive in a positive connotation.

“Thank you, Mr.”

Ah, right. He hadn’t given an introduction thus far, though he felt he could hold off on it for some time. The uglier Fukai could simply wait, as there was no need to just throw in an introduction when they had gotten to a question that could possibly need further delving in to. A huff of air escaped Seiryū, his gaze travelling upwards to notice the clouds having drifted slightly high in the sky. From here, there was a barely noticeable shift since he had last seen them. Before anything else could be voiced by Seiryū or the conversation could continue further, Fukai spoke up once more and it was only now that he noticed that Fukai had gotten back on to his feet.

“It seems like I have some work to do.”

Given that Seiryū needn’t be on edge at all times here, his sense were lax, otherwise he would have likely noticed Fukai getting to his feet when the other purple-eyed male had begun to shift around and get back on his feet. But now, Seiryū was mainly interested in relaxing, thus he hadn’t seen Fukai moving about. Though given the past few events, there wasn’t much that Seiryū had to worry about when it came to Fukai being a threat to him, though time would eventually tell if such a thing would ever occur.

Without having a chance to introduce himself, Seiryū simply watched as Fukai stepped away before slowly trailing his eyes back to the game of basketball. With the sun still present high in the sky; there was quite some time to kill before night fell. For Seiryū, that meant letting the time fly by while he simply found various methods in order to let it flow faster. Kumogakure no Sato, Mt. Ikkyu, provided so little now for him to do. As much as watching the exams could provide for entertainment value, it was lacklustre for Seiryū to say the least. The amount time he had wasted thus far, time that could easily be spent doing the same thing, but in his own village, was consuming his mind. He knew he couldn’t last much more like this, in this stale environment and atmosphere he had recently placed himself in. Was this what he wanted to do with his time for the next little while? Aimlessly do nothing each day in a foreign nation when he could easily do the same thing back in Sunagakure no Sato. His home village would return him to an atmosphere he was accustomed to, but also force Seiryū to no longer waste his days away doing nothing. At least, when he was back home, there was an incentive for him to do something to improve himself, for one day things would eventually catch up to him. Training here, in Kaminari no Kuni, while existed as an option, Seiryū didn’t feel it being… right for him to do so, at least for now. His entire purpose for coming here was to simple relax and watch the Chuunin Exams, which he had done thus far, along with meeting individuals he likely would have never crossed paths with if not for his decision to come here. Perhaps, it was simply time for Seiryū’s vacation to come to a close, sooner or later.

The decision was solely for himself, for there was nothing really for him to gain the longer he stayed here. Making new acquaintances, while still an existing option, didn’t appeal too much to the white-haired Suna native any longer. The people he had come across displayed their own unique traits so far, with some encounters being far more memorable than others. Those, he couldn’t change, for those were now in the past. The only thing Seiryū could do now was mold where his future would be taking him and from the conclusions he had reached on his own, that would mean returning home. He didn’t need to do this to prove a point to the one whom insulted Seiryū’s being, but Seiryū knew he couldn’t sit idle while those words continually rung in his head, constantly belittling him. As long as he remained here, in the Land of Lightning, he knew they wouldn’t go away, for the origin of those words came from this country. Maybe, one day in the future his path could lead him back here, but he knew in just mere days, maybe for another week or two, he would be returning to the desert.

Blinking, his purple orbs focusing back on the game of basketball, the life that was never meant for him held some appeal. For while both civilians and shinobi had to worry about their own livelihoods, Seiryū always found that the relaxed manner in which civilians had to deal with their existence was far simpler than anything Seiryū would have to deal with. Anything that one of them faced, a shinobi would have butted heads with such a conflict and still have to deal with something far worse than the simplicities that the general population had to face. The appeal was constantly present, yet it wasn’t the life that would ever fit him, mainly because Seiryū didn’t know how to live that life. His relaxed manner in Kaminari no Kuni, while reminiscent of that, was temporary, for his life thus far had dictated him to become a shinobi, not only for personal gain, but survival as well.

A simple world would exist without them – shinobi – yet that wasn’t something that would happen anytime during the years Seiryū breathed, for such a change would span multiple generations before even seeing the light of day. Such a world, would it ever exist? How would it even turn out? Seiryū couldn’t picture a world like that, for that meant his entire existence thus far was nothing. Given his life so far, the abandonment that was constant, perhaps his existence would truly mean nothing when all was said and done. There would be no one to mourn him when his time came, there would be no one to greet him on a daily basis, no one to recognize him simply for who he was. Eventually, Imada Seiryū would be another name swept away by the sand, no longer having his little influence to the proceedings of the world. But, he’d make sure of one thing. The end of his time wouldn’t be until years from now, even if he held no value to the world around him.



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