Post by Minizuki Daisuke on Jan 12, 2008 20:54:42 GMT -5
Minizuki Daisuke casually walked through the checkpoint into Konohagakure. The guards on duty waved him on as he pressed on with a very child-like smile on his face. His cheery disposition seemed a bit odd on the very hot and humid summer day. The heat made most people miserable with their clothes irritatingly clinging to their skin and sweat dampening their brows, but this young man held his cheery disposition despite the climate. Although Daisuke's cheerfulness during this sort of day may seem a bit odd at first glance, that really is how he is all the time, rain or shine.
He walked up towards the main square of Konoha, still smiling with childlike disregard for the looks others seemed to be giving him. He had just completed his mission successfully and now he was home. He began to sway and swagger as he walked, happily humming as he stumbled around in a rhythmic way playfully. Nobody would ever be able to tell from his naive behavior that he was a jounin, let alone that he had just returned from a successful assassination mission.
Minizuke Daisuke. 16 years old. A master of the lightning element chakra and juuken fighting style. His gifts are often overlooked by most in the village as when the word "juuken" is mentioned they immediately think of the more prestigious Hyuuga clan with their Byakugen bloodline limit. While the Hyuuga's have their Byakugen to aid them in the juuken fighting style by allowing them to see internal organs and the chakra system, as well as give them nearly three-hundred and sixty degree vision, Daisuke does not. He only had hard work and an extensive study and memorization of the human anatomy on his side.
It must have been this incredible mental feat of memorizing the position of every chakra hole, organ, muscle, vulnerable area on the human body that allowed him to make the rank of jounin at the age of 16. Yet although he sounds like a deadly force of nature there he went down the street playfully swaying around and humming during the hot summer day. He was a bit of an oddity indeed.
Daisuke continued through the streets staggering and humming seeming to wander aimlessly through Konohagakure. He stopped on the corner of a busy intersection and looked around a bit. It seemed unclear as to what he was looking for but his head turned left and right, up and down and almost every other direction in random succession. At last an excited expression and a sudden stop to his quick search indicated that he had found what he was looking for. He disappeared from plain sight, a small, low cloud of dust rising from the spot he once stood.
Daisuke walked up a flight of slightly rickety old wooden stairs. After he made it to the top he traversed up a nearly identical set of stairs to the third floor of an apartment building. He pulled a rather discreet plain looking key from his pocket and unlocked the door in front of him. The numbers "301" were attached to the door in rusted metal that was probably once black. He opened the seafoam green door and walked into the stuffy little apartment.
It had been empty for some time and its appearance reflected that. Dead plants dropped by the kitchen sink and in pots on the floor. The air inside smelled putrid and stagnant. The air conditioning had been off, so the unbearable heat from the outdoors was increased ten fold in the dark room. Still Daisuke walked in, his before mentioned cheerfulness not even flinching at the bleakness of the scene before him. "It's good to be home," he said as he turned on the a/c.
He walked over to the dead plants and stared at them a bit as a rush of air could be heard pouring from the vents signaling that the air conditioning had begun to cool the minuscule apartment. "Awww, they didn't take care of my plants...," he said in light tone of disappointment. He took all of the plants in the apartment and threw them into the large trash can in the back of the building. When he got back his apartment was much cooler and the air had been circulated making it much more homey.
He plopped down into an old, beaten blue couch, the cushions sinking under his weight. It was certainly good to be home.
He walked up towards the main square of Konoha, still smiling with childlike disregard for the looks others seemed to be giving him. He had just completed his mission successfully and now he was home. He began to sway and swagger as he walked, happily humming as he stumbled around in a rhythmic way playfully. Nobody would ever be able to tell from his naive behavior that he was a jounin, let alone that he had just returned from a successful assassination mission.
Minizuke Daisuke. 16 years old. A master of the lightning element chakra and juuken fighting style. His gifts are often overlooked by most in the village as when the word "juuken" is mentioned they immediately think of the more prestigious Hyuuga clan with their Byakugen bloodline limit. While the Hyuuga's have their Byakugen to aid them in the juuken fighting style by allowing them to see internal organs and the chakra system, as well as give them nearly three-hundred and sixty degree vision, Daisuke does not. He only had hard work and an extensive study and memorization of the human anatomy on his side.
It must have been this incredible mental feat of memorizing the position of every chakra hole, organ, muscle, vulnerable area on the human body that allowed him to make the rank of jounin at the age of 16. Yet although he sounds like a deadly force of nature there he went down the street playfully swaying around and humming during the hot summer day. He was a bit of an oddity indeed.
Daisuke continued through the streets staggering and humming seeming to wander aimlessly through Konohagakure. He stopped on the corner of a busy intersection and looked around a bit. It seemed unclear as to what he was looking for but his head turned left and right, up and down and almost every other direction in random succession. At last an excited expression and a sudden stop to his quick search indicated that he had found what he was looking for. He disappeared from plain sight, a small, low cloud of dust rising from the spot he once stood.
Daisuke walked up a flight of slightly rickety old wooden stairs. After he made it to the top he traversed up a nearly identical set of stairs to the third floor of an apartment building. He pulled a rather discreet plain looking key from his pocket and unlocked the door in front of him. The numbers "301" were attached to the door in rusted metal that was probably once black. He opened the seafoam green door and walked into the stuffy little apartment.
It had been empty for some time and its appearance reflected that. Dead plants dropped by the kitchen sink and in pots on the floor. The air inside smelled putrid and stagnant. The air conditioning had been off, so the unbearable heat from the outdoors was increased ten fold in the dark room. Still Daisuke walked in, his before mentioned cheerfulness not even flinching at the bleakness of the scene before him. "It's good to be home," he said as he turned on the a/c.
He walked over to the dead plants and stared at them a bit as a rush of air could be heard pouring from the vents signaling that the air conditioning had begun to cool the minuscule apartment. "Awww, they didn't take care of my plants...," he said in light tone of disappointment. He took all of the plants in the apartment and threw them into the large trash can in the back of the building. When he got back his apartment was much cooler and the air had been circulated making it much more homey.
He plopped down into an old, beaten blue couch, the cushions sinking under his weight. It was certainly good to be home.
