Am interested. Want to bring in a Swordsman Boi. Will likely bring in a friend as well whom he's bodyguarding if she wants :3
I will likely do electrical magic but he's not a slayer.
I will likely do electrical magic but he's not a slayer.
Rashiku Karata __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ | ________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive |
______________________________________ It was good to have a break. The battalion had been moving swiftly through the morning, not just a march, but a rushed trip through the trees in order to get closer to the approaching Sand and Mist forces. This spot however, was just far enough away to where everyone could relax. At least for the moment. Rashiku enjoyed sitting in front of the river as he slowly ate from a prepared bento box. The cool, moist air from the water refreshed him with every breath, enhancing his meal. However, it was not to last... Right in front of him, Juzo Kagune had charged into the water in obviously the form not intended. A loud clap of impact rang through the air as he slammed into the water, staying on the surface for about half a second before he sank. Unlike a splash from a 'cannonball' or other dive, Juzo's smacking onto the water's surface sent a wave of misted water droplets spattering all over Rashiku, dousing him from head to toe in small, uncollected drops in a way similar to rain. It would fortunately dry fairly quickly, but Rashiku still could only blink a couple of times in surprise, watching Juzo step out of the water with his body red and likely bruised. His bento box was not spared the sprinkling either. Fortunately it was just a bunch of small drops scattered around it, and he could easily just stir it in and make it as if there was little difference from before. The boy would have just continued his meal without moving, but the instructors began notifying everyone of updates for their mission. Soon it'd likely be time to move. At hearing Kenshiro's suggestion of towns that the two forces would meet, he got up and carried his bento box over to the map that had been taken out. Eagerly the genin studied the abandoned towns and locations, trying to gather where the meeting would likely take place... but truthfully he had no idea. Strategy and tactics of this sort were still something he was trying to grasp more of, paying a lot of attention to what Kenshiro had to teach. However, a lot of it still eluded him, and the area he could narrow down as potential meeting spots at a glance was far too broad to be of any use. Instead, Rashiku slowly picked at the rest of his meal, making sure not to take bites large enough to make hearing instructions difficult. | ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret And now I see the world through diamond eyes ________________ ________________ |