Post by Shorichi Ryu on Jul 15, 2008 8:32:07 GMT -5
The sky turned black as the sun went down, the clouda enveloped the sky and rain began to pour, people moved quickly to their homes so that they did not get wet, the streets became drenched in water, a flood almost became forgedm then a certain shinobi appeared from the shadows, like a god, the winds tended to do his bidding, the water level lessened and the desert became its normal self, the reason for the storm was unexplainable, but this shinobi had a feeling that the shinobi from the village of the storm had something to do with it.
His eyes narrowed upon the streets of Sunagakure, his lips pressed firmly against one another, his hair swayed within the winds and he moved swiftly down the street. His lips parted and his tongue snaked out of his mouth as he licked his lips. Then his tongue found itself returned to the canal which was known as his mouth. A smirk formed upon his features as he waltzed down this narrow path. He looked around the place, it seemed as if he was new to this village but he was not, he was one of the best jonin this village ever knew. Many feared him in this village, only one man within this village rivalled his power and that was the kazekage, Gaara.
As he moved down the street, he came to a halt and waited in this very spot for someone to do something wrong, something against the rules which were set by the kazekage. The weather seemed to be cold but that was only due to the storm which should not have happened, the shinobi which walked the streets of Suna alone was named Ryu and he waited for the shinobi who brought forth such a storm so that he could bring them to justice. However, he knew it might be a battle among strong shinobis, first, but it was only a matter of time before he brought the prick to justice and that should not take him long to do.
His eyes narrowed upon the streets of Sunagakure, his lips pressed firmly against one another, his hair swayed within the winds and he moved swiftly down the street. His lips parted and his tongue snaked out of his mouth as he licked his lips. Then his tongue found itself returned to the canal which was known as his mouth. A smirk formed upon his features as he waltzed down this narrow path. He looked around the place, it seemed as if he was new to this village but he was not, he was one of the best jonin this village ever knew. Many feared him in this village, only one man within this village rivalled his power and that was the kazekage, Gaara.
As he moved down the street, he came to a halt and waited in this very spot for someone to do something wrong, something against the rules which were set by the kazekage. The weather seemed to be cold but that was only due to the storm which should not have happened, the shinobi which walked the streets of Suna alone was named Ryu and he waited for the shinobi who brought forth such a storm so that he could bring them to justice. However, he knew it might be a battle among strong shinobis, first, but it was only a matter of time before he brought the prick to justice and that should not take him long to do.
