Post by Seirei on Apr 8, 2008 15:14:36 GMT -5
Rykou had once again passed the shinobi at the gate, without detection, this time, he was here to search for a disciple. He had realized that with so many ninja after him, he'd be soon forgotten once dead. He intended to name a disciple who'd continue his work -if need be- once Rykou's enemies caught up with him. He entered the poor side, a place very familiar to him, to much so, in his opinion, for this is where he grew up. He walked the streets, trying not to draw attention to himself, if he was found, there would be bloodshed and for the first time, he wanted to avoid that. He kept his senses hightened and kept himself aware of everything around him, he knew the streets were filled with bandits and thieves, who'd kill without reason...and always, keeping an eye out for a potential follower...he knew he'd find one here, where the lowest of all people resided...