[1. Land of Wind -- Returning to Suna With Potential Delays.]
The trek back to the village following a rigorous training session was usually uneventful, but that didn't mean Kazue was wholly relaxed as she made her way across the sand toward the road leading to the village. Her favored training area was one that saw highly poisonous scorpions on occasion, not to mention inconsistent patches of quick sand that tended to make the possibility of interruption by foreigners extremely unlikely. That shinobi who had no business with her were not particularly inclined to wander into the area for its dangers made the location a decent one for practical experience and privacy, the latter being something she favored when attempting certain combinations in practice. It also meant she had reason to remain alert despite any weariness and alert she was, a thin layer of chakra consistently, effortlessly applied to her footwear as she walked with keen eyes in support.
The tanuki perched atop her shoulder swayed back and forth as his puppeteer continued her trek across the sand, bracing only when she leaped the occasional pit of quicksand. To say there was a lot on the kunoichi's mind would have been an understatement. The session had left her with a lot to think about, particularly with regards to the application of fuuinjutsu to her puppetry. One of the scrolls at her back was given an instinctive, affectionate pat for her turning thoughts regarding the performance. She had learned a lot today, enough to take another step in acquiring the strength she desired, and that was something to be proud of, but never content about. Contentment bred idleness, didn't it?
That was right, wasn't it?
She came to an abrupt halt not for that question, but for the familiar, red tipped stinger protruding from the sand just before the road, a hand moving smoothly, swiftly for a sealing scroll. She was going to be there for a while.
[2. Delayed Courier, Also Known As Stranded in the Middle Of You Pick!]
"Troublesome."
That was the verdict Kazue announced to no one in particular as she reached to tuck a few stray strands of red behind her ear. The tanuki puppet on her opposite shoulder leaned slowly, almost comically forward to look her in the face as she continued to stare down the village in front of her with a look that spoke of her irritation. The village wasn't to blame, of course. She knew very well that courier missions with out-of-town recipients tended to be given to her at the behest of a sensei she had every intention of punishing for his continued interference. He was trying to slow her down, to hinder her in her goals, and her tolerance for it had dried with this final offense.
It was the puppet that drew her somewhat out of concocting her own plans for her troublesome teacher for the paw that found her cheek and gave it a good, solid poke, followed by a slow rub. Turning deep blue eyes to him, she regarded him for a moment, then raised a hand to give him a slow, benign poke to tip him upright onto her shoulder. With that, the red-head will be moving soundlessly to report to the authorities in the village regarding her temporary stay for the sake of the mission, then to investigate the village's diners and any potential sweet shops.
That that was becoming routine was even more troublesome.
[3. Sweet Shop, Any Village!]
There was no going back. Once Kazue had crossed the threshold of the sweet shop, she had known the fate of her ryo and accepted it with all the grace of a teenaged girl ruled on some level by a powerful sweet tooth. The strength of said rule saw her usually harnessed energy visibly bubbling over through her every movement to the point that she nearly bounded over to the display case and, rather than stand and make her selection like a proper adult, saw her rock on the balls of her feet, hands locked behind her back as she leered at the display case with great interest and a definite smile.
Where Kazue fell just short of acting like a child, Takkun picked up the slack and scampered around the back of her neck from shoulder to shoulder. This one, that one -- he pointed, shook, leered at the kunoichi when her eyes wandered toward certain items. He even pouted, seemingly espousing nonverbal disagreement and some argument as Kazue paced the display cases and debated her choice.
Er, choices.
There wasn't a snowball's chance in Wind of her leaving without a well-sized bag and it would be some time before she left. Picking was a quarter of the fun and she always wound up questions to put to the shopkeep. Sweets were a wonderful, serious business, after all, and she had time to browse before purchasing.
She just wasn't all that reserved about it.
[4. Backstory. Tell me what!]
[5. Choose Another Adventure! Just remember to include the where!]
Kazue Uzumaki | Original | Sunagakure
The trek back to the village following a rigorous training session was usually uneventful, but that didn't mean Kazue was wholly relaxed as she made her way across the sand toward the road leading to the village. Her favored training area was one that saw highly poisonous scorpions on occasion, not to mention inconsistent patches of quick sand that tended to make the possibility of interruption by foreigners extremely unlikely. That shinobi who had no business with her were not particularly inclined to wander into the area for its dangers made the location a decent one for practical experience and privacy, the latter being something she favored when attempting certain combinations in practice. It also meant she had reason to remain alert despite any weariness and alert she was, a thin layer of chakra consistently, effortlessly applied to her footwear as she walked with keen eyes in support.
The tanuki perched atop her shoulder swayed back and forth as his puppeteer continued her trek across the sand, bracing only when she leaped the occasional pit of quicksand. To say there was a lot on the kunoichi's mind would have been an understatement. The session had left her with a lot to think about, particularly with regards to the application of fuuinjutsu to her puppetry. One of the scrolls at her back was given an instinctive, affectionate pat for her turning thoughts regarding the performance. She had learned a lot today, enough to take another step in acquiring the strength she desired, and that was something to be proud of, but never content about. Contentment bred idleness, didn't it?
That was right, wasn't it?
She came to an abrupt halt not for that question, but for the familiar, red tipped stinger protruding from the sand just before the road, a hand moving smoothly, swiftly for a sealing scroll. She was going to be there for a while.
[2. Delayed Courier, Also Known As Stranded in the Middle Of You Pick!]
"Troublesome."
That was the verdict Kazue announced to no one in particular as she reached to tuck a few stray strands of red behind her ear. The tanuki puppet on her opposite shoulder leaned slowly, almost comically forward to look her in the face as she continued to stare down the village in front of her with a look that spoke of her irritation. The village wasn't to blame, of course. She knew very well that courier missions with out-of-town recipients tended to be given to her at the behest of a sensei she had every intention of punishing for his continued interference. He was trying to slow her down, to hinder her in her goals, and her tolerance for it had dried with this final offense.
It was the puppet that drew her somewhat out of concocting her own plans for her troublesome teacher for the paw that found her cheek and gave it a good, solid poke, followed by a slow rub. Turning deep blue eyes to him, she regarded him for a moment, then raised a hand to give him a slow, benign poke to tip him upright onto her shoulder. With that, the red-head will be moving soundlessly to report to the authorities in the village regarding her temporary stay for the sake of the mission, then to investigate the village's diners and any potential sweet shops.
That that was becoming routine was even more troublesome.
[3. Sweet Shop, Any Village!]
There was no going back. Once Kazue had crossed the threshold of the sweet shop, she had known the fate of her ryo and accepted it with all the grace of a teenaged girl ruled on some level by a powerful sweet tooth. The strength of said rule saw her usually harnessed energy visibly bubbling over through her every movement to the point that she nearly bounded over to the display case and, rather than stand and make her selection like a proper adult, saw her rock on the balls of her feet, hands locked behind her back as she leered at the display case with great interest and a definite smile.
Where Kazue fell just short of acting like a child, Takkun picked up the slack and scampered around the back of her neck from shoulder to shoulder. This one, that one -- he pointed, shook, leered at the kunoichi when her eyes wandered toward certain items. He even pouted, seemingly espousing nonverbal disagreement and some argument as Kazue paced the display cases and debated her choice.
Er, choices.
There wasn't a snowball's chance in Wind of her leaving without a well-sized bag and it would be some time before she left. Picking was a quarter of the fun and she always wound up questions to put to the shopkeep. Sweets were a wonderful, serious business, after all, and she had time to browse before purchasing.
She just wasn't all that reserved about it.
[4. Backstory. Tell me what!]
[5. Choose Another Adventure! Just remember to include the where!]