Recent content by STORY

Tap Tap Tap Mawaru continued walking along, no sense of urgency as he moved. He showed no response to Yūta's words about al he had to show for himself. Was it because he hadn't heard him? Or he didn't care about what had been said? As they trudged through the village there were sounds of...

The elevator chimed softly and opened to the top corridor, where the scent of polished stone met the faint brine of sea air. Saihō stepped out first, her pace unhurried yet deliberate, just enough to force the boys behind her to keep up or risk being left behind. Her dainty hand tugged a thread...

Tap Tap Tap The cane assisted the man, or at least it seemed to, as he trudged through Suna's streets. Muffled incoherent words were escaping him, impossible to actually discern. This continued the duration of his travel. The hooded man, never once peered behind him to confirm if the child...

"Lets see, do any of these little snots come from money?" A strained airy voice, filtered through some manner of apparatus grumbles and plots, Thoughts that should remain unspoken, are instead voiced aloud, though thankfully they seemed to go unnoticed within the fuss of the busy village...

Saihō stood with one hand looped lazily on her hip, the other coiled with Nuibari’s thread, as she watched the guards haul the unconscious blonde away like a sack of silk someone had tried—and failed—to pass off as high-quality. Her gaze followed them just long enough to catch the faintest...

Amaisa remained where ruin whispered louder than any alarm, the vault behind her yawning like a wound carved into the bones of the desert itself. The air carried a heatless sting, not from the sun but from the bitter aftertaste of something sacred being unmade. Sand scuffed softly against her...

THWIP Before Saburō and the woman was a thin line, hardly visible. The line was a piece of thread, pulled tautly threaded through the end of a very large needle that found itself stuck into a wall, treating the hard surface as little more than a pin cushion. Tracing the thread the opposite...

Saihō stood there, arms folded as she quietly observed the interaction between the two, and the way the young boy conducted himself. As they continued on she began slowly circling them, arms still folded as she played with one of the pins, letting it rest between her teeth and lips as though it...

Katsuro didn’t expect the words to sting, but they did. He stood frozen for a breath too long as Kokezaru yanked himself free, snapping with a sharpness the monkey boy rarely showed. Katsuro had heard plenty of backtalk before, usually from Genin too green to know their place or from jaded...

She eyed the man at the mention of her tagging along to meet his genin. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, glasses tilting down her nose a bit. She maintained this posture as they walked, exactly why she was looking at him like that certainly a mystery to any and everyone but her. It...

Saihō watched the strange woman leave with the same bemused expression she’d worn the entire time—eyes half-lidded, lips tight, fingers lazily twirling the empty stick of dango between them like a senbon not worth throwing. She didn’t speak until the sound of the door’s little chime faded behind...

“Eh?! Oy, oy, oy—what do you think you’re doing, kid?!” A hand clamped down on Kokezaru’s collar mid-flip, just before he could land on the plush rug of the Hokage’s office. The boy was abruptly yanked back, his acrobatic flair cut short—“You again? I knew it was you! You’ve got no clearance to...

She strolled, swayed and sauntered through the streets, shooting judging glances here and there, watching what passed for fashion as of late. Needless to say she was disappointed. Shrugging with a sigh, she shook her head and continued on. It was unclear what this meant, but who else but her...

Saihō glanced sideways at Aōi as he bit into his apple with that overly casual calm of his, the crunch louder than necessary—as if it was his way of pushing back without saying much. Typical. His words didn’t go unnoticed, but she didn’t acknowledge them just yet. Instead, she walked a step...

The Bazaar within the Hidden Mist was bustling with noise, customers attempting to barter, various vendors promoting. Murmurings began to be heard, heads turning as eyes focused on a blue haired woman. What was peculiar about her wasn’t her towering hair nor the pins fashioned within it, but the...