Come Sun or Rain [Closed]

[davy0]

It was a cool day that day, the mountains arising with the skies above as the sun came gleaming down upon his face. The light which flashed to wake him up as he awoken in a lone field a piece of straw in his mouth the sleeping young adult led his eyes towards the horizon with a hesitant movement of his fingertips to shield his eyes from said rays, sitting up on his bottom in order to gain leverage. He'd grasped his coat before sighing to himself, blowing a breath of disdain. Was it that time already?

"Hm..."

The village was in a bit of unrest now, as the waves of the world crashed upon this single village leading to many people showing panicked gloomy eyes of what could be the next war of the ninja world. Him, he had done what he always did. Training himself in order to let go of all the inhibitions he may have had thanks to said accusations and rumors towards what he didn't truly know. All he knew was that a misstep in his skills could be his death and with his extremely limited fighting style, it could be a quick death in the world of dangerous shinobi. Not that he cared about said death, for if he wasn't ready he would be dead anyway. True shinobi weren't afraid to die, learning to muster the courage to live the next day and to fight with all one's might until that day when a kunai reached their spine or they were burned to cinders. It was just another say in the life after all.

He pressed his coat against his skin now, as he'd breathed from his nose rubbing his eyes as the morning sun hurt his eyes even more after he'd stood up. He patted the back of his head, his stomach growling afterward. He's grinned to himself a bit, learning to keep calm in such situations of an empty stomach. He needed to be on a pretty strict diet, the right vegetables and meats made his life one of monotony. The black and whites of said meals had also made him easy to feed as he always wanted the same thing. Could he splurge? Hell yes, he is exceptionally frugal after all but chooses to not do so because it was better to keep the money and to gain more through the constant missions and teaching commission money he was given. Naturally, he accepted that he would probably be this way all his life even if he'd gotten a wife.

"Guess I'd better get the small miso to start off the day."

Where he was right now was a bit of a secret training spot, or not it didn't matter. It was one of the more quiet places on the cliff side, not many people would think to look for him in this place except for the secret corps of the cloud as they knew everything about the village. He used it as both a training spot and a resting spot, thanks to his position as a teacher his life was quite hectic and sometimes he just needed a place for himself and his bed wasn't much help thanks to the great amount of people that usually came. The only bad thing about it was that the sun shone from the horizon by the cliff side which woke him up instantly creating an "alarm clock" effect.

He'd climbed the rocks before taking his time to move towards the main road walking slowly, licking his lips as he enjoyed what was a great deal of peace and quiet in the wilderness. Something which he liked, considering he was naturally a loner. He kept to himself, to the point that many people thought of him as a mystery. He liked that to a certain extent, people shouldn't know everything about you anyway, or so he thought. He began to pick up the pace as he started to jog with his face moving into a flat "straight" face. Keeping a certain pace as he breathed short pacing breaths picking up the pace with every breath before moving at a much greater speed than normal. With this he began a dash towards the main village, in order to start off the newest day.

[Ðr. Tran]

Same days he wished he could just get paid to not do anything. But today was not one of those days, his depression had hit him early on in the night, with flashbacks of what had been done to his family. This day he had awoken much angrier then usual, and as he traveled through the village, he knew he was taking out his aggression on passerby with snide remarks and mean glares. It wasn't until he was out of the village proper and along one of the many roads dotting the way to the Kumogakure no sato. Up ahead he could see some punk as he liked to think of them running back towards the village and for the briefest of moments he thought about stopping him.

But as he thought about it further he turned to kind of face away, since he was just around the corner from the guy, who was no doubt developing tunnel vision from running so fast. Odds are the two would collide, seeing as Saito was still deep in thought for the few moments it would take for the guy to round the corner meaning they were inevitably going to wind up sprawled on th e ground unless of course the guy dodge Saito. If he somehow did, it would still take a moment for him to get back to bearing son what he was doing, in which Saito might posit him with something, or probably complain about recklessness or something.

[davy0]

The landscape was clear as day to him, the craggy rocks and the dry limbs of the trees which covered over the mountainous regions base., he'd made it a clear example of what one could learn through understanding through the eyes that even the smallest detail could be reserved in a moments notice. Though this may have been his decisiveness, his eager mind collecting the thoughts around him symbolizing that ingenuity as a man of the fist. The strongest weapons to be forged by man, were their two-hands and their one-mind, or so he thought.

His body angled now as he'd leaped towards another ledge capturing said ledge and climbing with his hands and taking his time to push off the ground onto the top of said ledge and rolling forward before taking his full-dash forward into "infinity" once more. But all of this would be cut short as he'd made his way forward once more, his run would be made into one of a peculiar set of movements that would be to dodge the danger that was expected in such a situation.

'Hm...'

It was a split-second in timing, his traversing the field leading to this encounter with a person who could be hurt by his top-running form in a matter of moments could be a lead-on that added insult to injury literally. However, with a quick wit and even quicker reflexes he'd pushed his foot off, the smoke enveloping him as the rocks pushed from side to side and his body would remark with a twist, a rotation of the hips and the upper body as he'd pushed his hands towards the ground and slid backwards taking his eyes towards the young man. He'd dodged the young man by diverting his form and pushing off the ground in a spin likened to that of a spin-move in sports.

"Watch where you're walking with your head like that."

Yes his tone, it was one of a seriousness and an unapologetic tone had made it seem all the more malignant. He'd placed his hands into his pockets, taking a deep sigh before once more beginning to speak.

"It would be you wouldn't it..."

Talking as if he knew this male because he did, this led to the question of who was he in the relation of Kaito. Taking his eyes towards him as he sighed scratching the back of his head as his pompadour had turned a bit, taking a comb towards it as he lifted the springs of hair back into place with every scrape. He placed the comb back into his back pocket. He'd turned his back to him readying himself to walk away.

"The man who cried "Konoha" himself..."

[Ðr. Tran]

He glared at the guy, as he spoke. Sure it was no hidden secret that Saito had a burdening, almost overbearing dislike for Konohagakure no sato, but with what he knew, it was well justified. The man however had no place in speaking of it, he didn't know Saito, and from the looks of things he didn't much care.

"Coming from the slickback brawler, can't place much stake in those words"

He said, speaking of the mans coiffed hair. Kaito was well known around the village, as he was, kind of a different breed of ninja. He did things as one would expect of some kind of street thug, and fought much like them, but Saito didn't care about any of that. The man spoke like he knew, and he didn't. Know one could know what Saito had been through.

"What are you doing up here? Styling your hair for some fashion show?"

He asked, in much of a jab at Kaito about his appearance.

[davy0]

Something like thunder, or was it more like a glare between two beasts that wanted to growl at one another and battle through it all with an exceptional vigor that was unprecedented within this world. Could it be that these two really despised one another in every sense of said word. As that complaint towards his "slick back" nature and his sense of fashion came into place, it didn't much phase him. Words from the guy who couldn't keep his emotions in check didn't strike too deeply at all. He kept that cool head and calm shoulders even after placing his comb back into his pocket.

"You mean a fashion sense right, something you obviously don't understand considering the amount of class you have is the difference between a wild animal, and a ragged shoelace..."

He said as he started to move once more, as he'd sighed to himself. It was a dangerous comment but in his mind it was the truth, and with the territory of his ideals, the short stature of the young man had nothing to do with those cutting words of his. He was naturally deadpan and someone who resisted the urge to get angry over the simplest things, instead knowing how to get on peoples nerves himself.

"I was going for a jog before I met an idiot, I was stopped on my way to getting a meal. Anything else..."

He waved his hand towards the side and crossed his arms. All the luck in the world in meeting such a guy as this. From a teaching standpoint he'd known him. Ranting like a fool about how he was supposed to be the one to avenge his family from the crisis that was an earlier war. The devastation of his heart had made him into a raging lunatic he could indeed be dangerous thanks to his outspoken ideals, which could lead the two villages into a dangerous crossroads.

Kaito had his own views on the world, although he did value his own abilities and life, the village came first in everything. What that meant was there wouldn't truly be any peace for him until either retirement or death. And this didn't give much peace in his mind, but what gave him even more chaos to bear was the fact that idiots like the guy behind him never thought before they spoke. Didn't he know what his words could cause, the lives he could draw in thanks to his malice towards a place he didn't know. Then again, even Kaito had his own demons... like that one man.

"Anyway, go back to what you were doing. I have stuff to do."

He told him shrugging both his arms, putting his right foot backwards in order to ready his developing sprinting stance as his eyes centered and focused to begin his run.

[Ðr. Tran]

Part of him wanted to just lay into the guy, let him really have it. Another part wanted to just snub him right on the nose, and give him a wallop. But neither of those parts were conducive to who Saito was, or what he was planning to accomplish. In his mind he stood on a slippery slope, and with the thought of vengeance being the only thing he lived for, he had no one else. But as he looked to the guy, he didn't think it would be good to include him in his life. This Kaito, didn't have any way of knowing what he had been through, couldn't know.

For his past defined his future.

"Sure...whatever"

He said, as the guy just kind of jabbed at him. The words were brushed aside like dust on the floor, and discarded just as easily, they didn't strike a nerve with him. Plus from the way the guy was acting, it seemed he was on another un-important, entirely useless task.

And to Saito's mind...

He just wasn't worth the trouble.

[davy0]

The sharpness in his mind came, molding into a slowly progressed edged sword only becoming more and more sharp as he'd focused and set-up the parameters in his mind. It was like a rocket, a rocket needed a build-up and the right propulsion to extend past just being a hunk of metal flying through the sky, the same could be said by a full-fledged dash from a true sprinter which he guessed he'd became after so many years of training through roadwork on the rocky paths.

But then came the sound, the sound that would dull the sharpening of blades as his eyes went from a focused state to one of a bit of anger. He'd stood up before crossing his arms, and gritting his teeth looking back towards him. His eyes were filled with a bit more anger than normal, because they weren't words of any kind but just the sound. The sound of his voice as he thought that he was the only one who'd lost something, the sound of his voice as if he was the only person mourning because of wars and destruction. Was he really that stupid?

"You really are a moron aren't you..."

He told him as he stayed calm for the moment, though his eyes said otherwise as a look of daggers pierced towards this man's own eyes. The slow wheels had turned on the conversation, the clogs would begin the mounting of what could either be an "understanding" or a "full blown war" between two men.

"Do you think your actions have no consequence, do you think that people don't suffer through the death of their lovers and families daily, who are you to have the right to start wars when you know nothing of what said anger could do to the people of this and every other power..."

The world was teetering back into war, smaller villages known as the minor shinobi villages had signs of beginning to turn the cogs to a possible next shinobi war, and what could be worse is the deaths and destruction of many innocent people due to the vindictive nature of politics. This Saito character was just another cog, as was he. But the thing was, he didn't go around idiotically voicing his opinions towards revenge against a major political and military power like a moron.

"Use your head, right now isn't the best time to be talking about revenge against other villages, and the more you do the more you'll probably be considered a criminal, and when that time comes you'd better bet that I won't have any sympathy to you, because the potential you have to destroying this and any other countries "innocent" bystanders as well as its shinobi because of your actions makes me consider you a threat."

He told him earnestly and without repeal, whether or not it got through to him was another story entirely.

[Ðr. Tran]

It was odd to Saito, as the man spoke. Like he knew everything about the Chunin... which was even creepier considering Saito had never really met the guy before now, and hadn't spoken about any of what the man spoke on. So either he was stalking Saito, or was secretly reading the shinobi files. Saito had never disclosed publicly, so far as he knew that he suspected it was Konohagakure ninja, which meant the latter must be true. He also hadn't brought it up in this conversation, which was another point, that the man was trying to instigate something. Saito knew his type though, and knew he was mainly physical and brute force based.

"Dude...you don't even know.

Don't go spouting your shit at me, you don't know me---all you got is hearsay or knowledge you illegally stole... if anyone is causing waves...bro...

Its you"

He said, as he glared to the man, whom he had no common ground with, no interest in hearing any more of what he thought of Saito's past.