A Solid Introduction: The Drug Trade [I/O, Guren]

Life is Certainly Good:

After a few years in Wind Country, Wan was quick to discover that majority of the world didn't like him. To be honest, who in Wind Country liked any fucking body? This Senju was going crazy with making a name for himself, the illegal surroundings around him always offering something 'new' for him to do. After making different connections in the marketplace, he soon began to come into the realization of a more 'exotic' means of making money. The Drug Trade. It was a relatively new operation, not much knowledge about the works of trading illegals substances to and fro. New drugs were popping up around the nations in various regions, some more potent than others, but all finding a home within the hands of anyone who was looking to have a good time. The money from it was amazing, and those who knew what they were doing in it could eat for years. Wan started small about a week ago when he got his hands on some weed for the first time. The high was amazing, and the cost was relatively cheap, well, for at least him. He was never really into drugs, and his body was still young and on a mindset to make money over anything. He decides to start flipping his shit, and from there on the Senju jumped off the porch and into the dope game.

Tonight the Senju was sitting in a private caboose at a strip club in this small village. Downstairs the party was fucking lit, the club going crazy as the worst and finest of broads from all over the world gathered there tonight to shake their ass. Upstairs, the Drug Trade was booming, clients and sellers bargaining on deals for whatever there was to offer. Wan sat in an all-white room, the entirety of the club smelling of straight 'gas' as a fat stack of Ryo was being shuffled through a money counter on the floor. The Senju was on the floor sitting crisscrossed, behind him a few keys of Grade-A Pure Island Country Coca. The shit grew amazing over there in Island Country top quality product of it's kind. Wan knew a supplier directly over there and was able to get shipments sent over to Wind Country for cheaper than he was paying for weed. Wan's room was 'bussing' out the woodworks. People coming and going constantly just to get their hands on the Senju's product, the young kid making a fortune of supply and demand to the coke heads. That's the blessing of not doing drugs because you get to sell your entire inventory without having to worry about personal needs. Soon, a group of bad bitches walks inside his room, followed by a few bouncers of the club. The main performance was getting ready to perform, and it was time for Wan to make it rain on some hoes. One of the beautiful women steps forth with a cashmere robe, beckoning the young lord to turn around so that they can place it on him. Dressed in the white and gold robes, Wan steps out form the room, taking a spot over the balcony of the club. 

Although he wasn't one for drugs, there was always a time to celebrate. Overlooking at the party going on from the balcony, a few strippers gather around to pose with the young Trap God, a bad Sunagakurian woman bringing him a bottle of Sake with an already rolled blunt. He takes the blunt and lights it, holding the blunt between his lips as he grabs the bottle of sake and a glass from the lady. She smirks as she walks away, her big booty shaking with the rhythm of the music going on. A fine piece of china to any man, Sunagakure knows how to make a woman. With a glass of Sake in his left, he takes the blunt from his lips with his right and exhales the smoke, passing the blunt to one of the bouncers who serve as security for the Senju. It was time for him to make it rain. Reaching into his pockets with his left hand, he grabs a small stack of Ryo and tosses it off the balcony, allowing it to flutter down softly as everyone below him begins to cheers. The strippers pick up with their performance as money begins to swaddle them. The more the crowd cheers the more money the Senju throws, Wan casually taking a sip from his glass as he makes it rain for at least a minute.

Life is  Great.

This was turning out to be the party of a lifetime. The village has never had this much fun since the Drug Trade first made its appearance. The influx of money coming in allowed the commoners to begin living a more luxurious life, something they hoped for so long. Word was quickly spreading of the village party, the club hoping to stay open all night, or until everyone was either too drunk or high to party anymore. The Senju took his time dancing around with random women and enjoying himself, sells off his product continuing as he uses his clones to do his work as he has fun. 

[WC: 871]

Don't Mess With Wan If This Is Playing:

BOOM!

Some fools kicked the doors of the club in. The club went crazy, the entire building filling with a thick mist as the wind hissed at the Senju. He covered the intense winds with his forearm, taking a sturdy stance to combat the force of the air as he began to focus on the situation. The dense fog soon cleared, revealing a group of 10 members of an Island Country gang, a rival to the Senju in the Coca industry. "¿Qué diablos está pasando aquí?! (What the hell is happening here?!)" the eldest of the gang would scream, the bunch stepping forward as they look up at Wan on the balcony. The Senju stood his ground as he shook off his robes, standing closer to the edge of the balcony enough to greet at 10 of the goons. The leader of the gang drew his katana, looking up at the Senju with pure rage in his eyes. "Robust Toda ESA puta coca de Nuestro escondite en la Iglesia, chico. (You stole all that fucking coke from our hiding place in the church, boy.)" Wan grunted after hearing the words of the man. He knew exactly why they were there, and what they had come for. Of course, he searched the entirety of the church he and his squad were at when he showed them his first kill. While looking at the church up and down, he found a shit ton of keys, and that was how he first got introduced to Coca. The product he was profiting on belonged to this gang, but he didn't know that, not until now.

Wan brushed his robes clean and postured it correctly, chuckling to himself before he decided to respond to the bunch of hooligans, a huge smile appearing on his face as he spoke. "Welp, Parece que me tienes.(Welp, it seems as if you've got me.)" The Senju would finish a short response and raise his hands into the sky, putting his hands up as if he was to surrender. "Si Quieres Tu Producto, está aquí Conmigo. (You want your product, it's up here with me.)". Wan would tilt his head slightly back to the left, aiming it towards the room where he was getting all his sales. The leader would scoff at the young Lord, telling a few of his men to take a step forward and ascend the flight of stairs up. The Senju would interrupt them as soon as they would take a step. "You just have to take it from me." he would say, his left hand gently pacing through the Bird → Rat → Ox → Monkey → Rat → Snake seals as he knew the men before him had no clue what was about to occur. After holding the seal of confrontation, small drops of water begin to form at the ceiling of the club, gently falling before more condensed drops would form. Rain pellets would fall throughout the club, the Senju making it rain as the gang of men below him looked up at the sudden 'change in weather'. Nobody understood how in the fuck it was raining in the club, but the Senju did. It was all apart of his plan. 

As raindrops fell on each of the men, Wan would take a deep inhale as he focused on the rain around them individually. One by one, he'd fashion the sharpest of needles from the rain, using the sound of the rain falling heavily to mask the formation of them. One by one he'd pick off the men, making sure to hit their vitals with precision and lethality. "Pura mierda(Pure shit.)" he'd utter, his entire body soaked as he stood in position, looking as the pathetic men dropped like flies. By the time one could realize someone was being killed, they'd be killed themselves, the speed and accuracy of the Senju's jutsu too great for one of their caliber to comprehend. His right hand would be bobbling to the rhythm of the song playing, a wonderful and melodic song going through his ears. As the song played, the floor filled with chakra and blood, the entire white of the floor stained in a pit of red as the Senju began to sing along to the song as he left the leader of the gang alive. The man had dropped his katana as he watched what fate his men met, the entire population of the club in hiding or evacuation during the entire altercation. The scared-shitless man locked eyes with the Senju, watching as the crazed looking boy did nothing but sing along loudly to the song. Was he insane? Or was he truly exerting his dominance? One of those was true, and it wouldn't hurt if both were. The man was shaking heavily as he dared reached into his pockets, shuffling around for what could be a weapon if he was allowed time to pull it out. The moment his hand would seem to come back up, his back would feel the piecing of a sharp torrent of water, a fang-like bullet of water biting through the man's flesh straight through his heart. Yet another casualty added to the Senju's list if you want to count the other 9 as anything worth killing. The leader was taught a valuable lesson in accepting destiny, and as the song ended, Wan would end his tranquil like state, standing on the balcony looking over the bloodshed he caused. They chose the wrong song to dance to.

The Senju would walk back to his room and gather all of his loot, well, all that he wanted. He'd change his wet clothes and back into his regular attire, standing over the Coca as he stuffed as much as he wanted back into his backpack. He took all the time he wanted as he straightened up, the Senju knowing word would quickly spread of what was occurring at the club. The owners of this foreign product were not his initially, and they sent some goons to dispatch of the Senju for stealing it. Ultimately they had failed, and truthfully this was a way for Wan to make a name for himself in a market that was currently not dominated by anyone. 

[WC: 1,042]

Viva La Wan:

Where in the fuck was his squad when they should have been here. After gathering everything he needed and wanted, the Senju stood at the entrance of the Club, pulling the now half-wet blunt from his pockets and drying it with his lighter. After getting it stable, he places it between his lips, sparking it as he inhales and exhales the cloud of smoke into the atmosphere. Around him, a crowd had gathered to hear what was going on at the club, and now with the doors fully opened, blood and chakra-filled rain poured from inside the club, a testament to the slaughtering for drugs committed by Wan. He took a slow and peaceful look around him, analyzing the entire situation as best he could see fit. The looks of fear and panic the commoners would give him would feel quite disturbing, the rather tranquil lord not understanding the emotions his vibes were emitting. "What? A kid without a team to back him can't run it up alone?" he'd pierce his glance through the distant crowd, bucking his body ever-so-slightly to cause the entirety of the audience to flinch. He'd laugh after the gesture was made, unstrapping the backpack from around his shoulder and placing it on the ground. The Senju would open his bag and fiddle through it, pulling out 2 keys of pure Coca and tossing it into the crowd. They stepped back at first, unsure of what was happening, but soon the realization of a blessing was upon them. They swarmed the package, one lucky man getting his hands on it before those around him could. He looked at the Senju with fear, but then happiness, nodding quickly as he thanked the young boy for his actions.

And then again, another half a key was thrown. Hell, Wan even threw a few Ryo into the crowd, enough to get a decent amount of them a hot meal for the night. In total, he passed out 3 keys and some pesos, the Senju zipping his backpack up as the onlookers began to thank and cheer for the young Lord. He'd keep half a key in his backpack, not worried about giving away the majority of the product he stole initially. He'd get more, he planned to go directly to the small islands where Coca grows in abundance, and turn it into a fortune. What he was doing now was nothing more than a blessing, the world around him cheering as he's managed to keep a balance of good and bad once again. Everything one does in life is returned with karma, and his actions would be rewarded 10 fold for understanding his place in life. The Drug Trade was a nearly undiscovered form of riches, able to rival the profits of the villages easily to those who are lucky enough to hop on board while it's getting up and running. It was like stocks, and if you had a place to get the pure product for a cheap price, if not free, then you'd always be one thousand steps ahead of the game. 

So after leaving the club, what was Senju's next plan? Well shit, he had a squad, or at least he thought he did. They were all doing their own thing it seemed nowadays, but recently they've been rather distant or at least caught up in their endeavors. However, it seemed, Wan was very fixated on making a profit from nothing via whatever means it would take. There where some Islands in the middle of the sea somewhere, the marketplace is riddled with tales of unseen countries and paradises only known to the gifted and fortunate. If such places existed, then the tales of islands growing pure Coca were also true. The Senju needed a place to farm the leaves, and having an island big enough to support a compound establishment filled with the most profitable drug known to man,  then becoming the richest drug lord would be easy. This was only the beginnings of the creation of a Cartel, the young boy knowing that one day he will dominate the Drug Trade with a snap of his fingers. There was a little bit more than the Senju needed to accomplish before he was able to begin his travels elsewhere, but after tonight he'd be a step closer to realizing his destiny. "Viva La Wan." he'd say, turning his attention to the crowd one last time as he walked away. "Viva La Wan!" he'd scream, raising his hands in the air as he chanted his name back towards the audience. With big smiles across their faces, they'd respond with the same actions, grateful for the Young Leader's actions and soon return. "Viva La Wan! Viva La Wan! Viva La Wan!" They'd exclaim, clapping and whistles hissing at the back of the Senju as he walked off into the sunset.

His blunt was nearly finished, and with everything else in life, there came a new meaning. He'd rest a few on the outskirts of the village before he departed, his next plot of adventure is to find a way to make it out of Wind Country, hoping that life elsewhere will serve him good. 

[WC: 866]

"Working on a weekend, like usual..." Guren thought to himself while surveying small crowds filled with people passing by, seeking to both enter and exit the Land of Wind. Some would likely be heading towards other countries, in search of whatever brought meaning to then. Others were looking to enter the Land of Wind, in hopes of finding a diamond within a desert. But Guren was really just scouting out people, people watching if you will. Among those travelers were all kinds of people. Those that were happy, sad, angry, poor, and most importantly, rich. It was simple really. Guren's goal was to acquire ryo. Not for the purpose of showing it off or spending it on luxurious trinkets, but instead for something far more grand. Something that would really fulfill his craving of knowledge and continuous learning. A laboratory. Originally this goal started off small as a library, as Guren's upbringing revolved deeply around reading. Science, history, jutsu, theory, all of it. It embedded a hunger of learning, almost as if after reading one book it was already time to dive into the next. But it wasn't the books that Guren was interested in. No, it was what the books contained. All of the information. How did the authors come up with the information? Had to be from experience and experiments. And that's where the seed was planted. Guren didn't have the goal of writing books, as this would be focused around teaching others. But he wanted to teach himself, and to get that knowledge he would need to seek out experience and experiments. 
 
But what were the real subjects of interests? Life, death, humans, summoning races, chakra, and all in all the shinobi world. If he could a sliver of knowledge at a time, that would take him one step closer to understanding what the world was. Why his parents were dead, why his clan was eliminated, why he was alone. Maybe it would even allow him some type of guidance to going about changing all of those things. And thus brought him to the borders of the Land of Wind, staking out civilians who appeared a little too wealthy for their own good. Until finally someone caught his eye.
 
Pompous and arrogant in her walk as she darted her way through people. She was dressed in flashy clothes, sparkling jewelry, and held her head high as if she was better than the rest. There was no doubt that was likely richer than most. So Guren would start his surveillance. Where she went he went, all while maintaining his distance. As he followed her, he imagined that this could be a major payday for him. If it were, it would go straight into his savings. But as he followed, he began to feel a twisted sensation in his stomach. Was pickpocketing or robbing this woman truly something he would go through with? Was the money worth it? Part of him believed it absolutely was. If she were rich and flashy, wouldn’t that mean that she had money that could replace whatever she lost? But the other half of him wondered if stealing from others was the best way to further his own goals. Although his philosophy was general, “the end justifies the means”, in this case it seemed a bit different. Maybe stealing, specifically from a woman, was where his moral compass drew the line.
 
During the time that Guren was self-reflecting, he had subconsciously followed this woman all the way to the entrance of what seemed to be a club. As she exchanged greetings and hugs with some of her friends, they laughed a little then opened the door to enter. In that brief moment of the front door swinging open and closed, a wave of pulsating music radiated through the air and the scent of twerk wind, sake, and sweat escaped. Guren could smell it from a couple meters of the club entrance. He furrowed his nostrils and shook the short lived scent off. “Jeez. Who would have guessed that she would be going here? Maybe I should have robbed her…” he thought to himself. But at this point it was too late. However that didn’t mean that it was too late to secure an easy payday. The club naturally attracted people with money, so in reality that woman had done him a huge service leading him to a jackpot. All he would have to do was wait.
 
But what seemed like a couple minutes to pass the time the woman and her friends entered the club, audible screams and commotion could be heard coming from the club. It sounded like an intense fight occurring, which seemed a bit too rowdy to be typical of the club. But you know what? None of that was Guren’s business, all he was concerned about was making his ryo. Still, the thoughts of what could have been going on inside had peaked his interest. These screams were short lived as they had quickly developed into sounds of cheer and glee. Must have been a short and uneventful fight. Yet what came next was chanting, “Viva La Wan! Viva La Wan!” Whatever it meant, it sounded like there was plenty of excitement towards someone named Wan. Who was this man? Was he involved in the fight? Did he break it up? Or was he just the life of the party? Guren had already allowed his curiosity to escape him once today, he wasn’t about to do the same. So he would walk towards the club just to take a peek inside and see what was going on. However someone had beat him to the door. A man would walk out of the club, reeking of smoke. While the door swung open, the chants for Wan had roared with laughter and amusement. This guy was probably Wan.
 
So Guren would just approach the man directly before he walked off and see what had been going on in the club. “Hey, what was going on in there? Sounded crazy…”

[WC: 1007]

The sounds of the crowd cheering his name were loud, ushering in a rush of adrenaline for the young lord as he basks in the momentary feeling of 'heroism', or whatever one chose to call his recent actions. From what he's heard, Coca was a rush unlike any in the world, but to Wan, nothing beat the feeling of adrenaline caused by obtaining money and necessary bloodshed. This path he suddenly seemed to walk was completely different from his initial motives and views on life, the welfare and culture of Wind Country slowly shrouding itself around the Senju and molding him into a demon he knows himself not to be. As he exited the club, his backpack strapped over his left shoulder, he was suddenly stopped by a man. A strange encounter, this guy coming up to Wan directly without stating any motives as to why. Bold, he was, and fearless he must've been. Clueless as to what recently happen was he as well, suddenly speaking to the Senju as Wan stops in place and looks at the man. 

“Hey, what was going on in there? Sounded crazy…”

His first reaction would've been to scoff, for how does one not know what has occurred while standing in front of the scene. Did he not see Wan issuing 'product' to the commoners outside the club? In all actuality, it was well understood, this place is full of outsiders just as Wan who aren't always interested in the activities going on. This was, however, the biggest club bash thrown in this village, and if this man didn't attend it then he missed out on a lot of fun. Looking the man up and down, this guy stood slightly taller than Wan, definitely only by a few inches. His facial hair was well more advanced than Wans, causing the young boy to assume that he was standing before someone much older than he was, but a country like this tends to age the youngest of Ninja into the Maturest Ninja overnight. His body was very athletic-looking, toned to the point that fitness and training must've been a common practice to whoever this guy was. His hairstyle was one of the most unique things Wan has seen so far, to be fair it looked cool as hell to the young boy. He was also dressed in a hooded trench coat as Wan but was very different than the all-black one he found back at the end a few months back. Seeing how clean this guy was made the Senju realize he needed to wash his garments soon. With a raised eyebrow, however, he would finally respond to the man. "Late to the party, no? Although what you might've heard sounded crazy, anyone who witnessed what truly happened would call the word 'crazy' an understatement." the Senju would smirk, looking back at the doors of the club as people begin carrying bodies from inside of it 1 by 1, the man standing in front of him given clear visibility to hopefully allow him to grasp an image to put with the sounds he overheard. Looking back at the foreigner, Wan would pull his backpack closer to his stomach to allow him to reach into it more easily, shuffling around with his eyes locked on the man as he pulls out a brick of Coca. He holds it in the man's face, waving it around briefly before talking again.

"This right here. This is the heart of the world without the world truly knowing it, yet. He who owns this in abundance owns everything else life has to offer. To an abuser of this substance, it's an addiction to a high. To the seller of this substance, it's an addiction to the profit it yields. What you overheard was the sounds of a miniature army wishing to reclaim what they owned, this, and ultimately failed to do so." Putting the key of Coca back into his backpack, he zips it back up and secures it back around his shoulder, feeling sudden drops of rain hit his shoulder as he begins to look up at the sky. As the downpour began, he couldn't help but smile at nature's sudden act of gratitude. "After every storm, there is a rainbow. Rain in this country is a rare occurrence. A blessing from above." After monitoring the rain for a minute, his attention would be placed back on the man. looking to the left and right of him as he re-examines him. "You certainly aren't from here, given your current appearance and lack of knowledge of my party I hosted tonight. You did miss a wonderful performance, the dance was beautiful." he would say, his mind reflecting on the gruesome images of slaughtering the agents-for-hire one by one, their deaths being a swift and merciful one. "Alas, the party at the club has ended, but an even bigger party called life is being thrown every day. What brings you to these parts of the world, stranger. Is there a name in which I can call you?" The Senju would take a few steps behind the guy, ushering with his hands a 'come over' motion as he walks towards a small caboose to shelter the two from the rain as they continue their introductions, Wan hoping to meet a new accomplice before making his exit from this small village. 

[WC: 898]

From the look upon this "Wan's" face, it was clear that Guren had unintentionally caught him off guard. Perhaps it was his straightforwardness or the timing, but in either case it didn't seem worth overthinking. But upon looking over Wan, Guren was intrigued. This guy seemed to carry himself with a certain confidence, not subtle at all but seemingly well deserving. At least all of the people chanting his name would agree that he was. Guren respected that. Truthfully a confident ninja is a capable one, as it proved one's mental fortitude. And this confidence could be noted in just about every aspect of Wan. The way he walked and carried himself had a certain sway to him. Even the fact that he was willing to engage in a conversation with someone he didn't know and owed nothing to. He couldn't be half bad. Plus, already he seemed to be somewhat like Guren, well at least in physical stature. They toted comparable figures, Guren being a bit taller and more built than Wan, but this was likely because he could have been slightly older. Guren would confirm this after discerning Wan's lack of facial hair, attributing it to his younger age. Or he could just be incapable of growing a beard. 

While Wan spoke, Guren tried to analyze his words. It was true, Guren was late to the party. However he hadn't planned on attending anything of that nature. Really his plan was to exploit those attending the party, so in that case Guren figured he was right on time. But Guren's assessment of Wan was correct. Based on his response, it would sound as if he had been accountable for whatever it was that happened inside the club, as his voice carried a certain pride to it. Wan's body language would confirm this as he exchanged a brief glance with some club goers as they carried out injured and lifeless bodies from the club. Must have been more than just a minor scuffle. 

"Hmm." 

Guren would let out while visually observing the people leaving the club. They appeared soaked. Not just with their own blood, but with water as well. If Wan was responsible for these injuries, then it was likely he was also a water style user. Yet again, something the two had in common. Interestingly enough it wasn't just one or two men being carried out. Guren counted at least five, all of which appeared dead. So Wan fought to kill then? Maybe that was something that set the two apart. It wasn't that Guren lacked the natural intensity to kill, it was just that the necessity of murder never seemed to present itself. However the opportunity had recently unveiled two times in his life: once while robbing a pompous man at a bar, and once during his journey from the Land of Lightning to the Land of Wind. It was probably for the best that he didn't kill in either situation. 

Shortly after, Wan had removed some sort of package from his backpack which contained a white substance. He boasted it, claiming of this mysterious power it had seeming to distinguish those who had it against those who longed for it. Guren would figure that it had to be something that attributed to a portion of Wan's confidence. Perhaps it brought him joy, money, or even power. However it seemed to bring those who rivaled him certain death. Surely a deadly substance, yet something that didn't entirely stimulate Guren's interest. Whatever it was though, it was clear that it was the cause of the violence that took place in the club. 

"So, something so precious can just be found in a backpack huh?" Guren would ask. It did seem strange that something that had such value to it would be waved around in the air as if it were nothing. Normally that type of flaunting would warrant a robbery, at least that's how Guren would perceive it. And so this just further affirmed the confidence of the water user. 

There was no response to Guren's question. Instead nature answered with a comforting drizzle that began to pick up into a constant rain. It soothed Guren, and seemed to do the same with Wan as it left him smiling. He would then go on to make a comment about Guren's appearance and his distinct foreign appearance. While he was correct, Guren didn't really care that he stood out from regular party goers or citizens of Wind Country. He really only cared with looking presentable. This was more so that he would be taken seriously, yet could still blend in with most crowds. However clearly there were times where his attire didn't fit in. 

"You're right. I'm not from here. Guess I came here in search of something..."

He would pause briefly to reflect on the fact that he was trying to acquire money by searching through the pockets of the rich. However he also thought how true that statement was for his entire purpose of being in Wind Country. As Wan would begin walking away and towards some shelter from the rain, Guren would follow. 

"I go by G. I'm guessing you're Wan....So you must be the seller of that white powder then? What is it you hope to obtain with your profits?" 


It was a rather direct question from someone who didn't bother to provide his full name. But if Wan was willing enough to show his product, then he had to be willing to share his purpose right? Guren would respect if he didn't, however he wanted to see to what level of depth Wan was willing to share. Perhaps the two were on the path to some type of friendship.  

[WC: 956, Total: 1963]

After that very intriguing confrontation, the two men found themselves sheltered under a small caboose hiding from the rain. As it poured, the sound relaxed the mind of the Senju, the world muffled out by the draining of the soft pour. Pulling two chairs out from underneath a table, the two sat face to face, Wan removing his hooded garment and placing it along the arms of the chair to dry. Suddenly, a question was thrown his way, the curiosity of the man seems to get the best of him finally.


"I go by G. I'm guessing you're Wan...So you must be the seller of that white powder then? What is it you hope to obtain with your profits?" 

One thing was right. His name was Wan, but the Senju never considered himself a 'seller' of this product. Truthfully, he had only learned about the product a few days ago, and although he wasn't the keenest to revealing his intentions of the rip he understood that you should never reveal your trump card on the first 'date. He raised another brow towards the man, chuckling to himself as he fixed his posture, crossing one leg over another as he leaned more into the table. "Yes, my name is Wan. That product I showed you, however, is the least of my worries right now, so selling it isn't something I really would claim doing. To be honest, I just gave a shit ton of it away." The Senju took a moment to reflect on the events that happened earlier in the day, thinking back to how he threw what would roughly be 2,000 Ryo worth of this Coca out to the public. Was it the smartest of moves? No, but truthfully the Senju could give a fuck less. He wasn't the one abusing the substance, he was abusing the value of it. After the quick thought-train ran it's a full course, he snapped back into reality, ready to answer the man's question to the fullest extent. "What do I wish to obtain?" he asks, fixating his fingers along his chin as he gently rubbed it, a sign of taking time to reflect on what was asked. A few seconds of silence passed before he would let out a sigh, then a small grin would shine across his face as he could do nothing but shrug at the man. "I don't know, shit. Most the money I've made from it has gone towards re-stocking the product, but luckily I started with a stol-"

THEN BOOM!

Fools kicked the door in, 20 motherfuckers bomb-rushing the room screaming in a foreign language as the Senju places his attention on the door they were swarming from. "Nani?" he would think, truthfully aggravated at the fact that it seemed as if he'd have to beat some more bullies asses. "TENGO HABLAR COCA ESTA AQUI!" a man would scream, his hands on the hilt of a blade as he drew it with lightning speed. These guys weren't going to waste any time getting towards the Senju's throat. From where the door was, G would be sitting in front of the 20 men, his back towards them as he was hopefully alerted towards the situation as well. The man rushed towards G, the Senju slightly flinching as he begins to make his next action. "Get down." he would say, lowering his center of gravity within the seat of the chair as he cocks his leg back. Hopefully, G would follow through with his commands, the Senju using the full force of his leg to kick the table in front of him towards the men. Sending the table flying at top speed, it would hit the man seeking to rush the two, knocking him back as it makes contact with 5 more of the men before blocking the entrance. Wan would stand up in his chair to gain height on everyone in the room, definitely being the shortest of the bunch, but without a doubt the most fierce. "I'm getting real sick of this fuck ass village..." He would say, his hands slowly motioning through seals as he finishes with a Snake, the air around him beginning to his as he exerts his chakra into the environment. 

As his hair begin to stick up, the ground slightly shook, the earth around them loosening as roots begin to sprout from underneath. His intent with this 'meeting' was to make a new friend, not kill more people picking on him. He truly wanted to hide what he truly was from this man, hoping to keep his wood style under secrecy, but all of that was about to end. As the group in front of him looked with gazes of panic, more roots began to sprout, the Senju's technique filling the room rather quickly as he intended to collapse the entirety of the building down on everyone. "G, hold on." he would take, forcing a root to wrap around the body of the man he just met and uplifting him into the sky. Another root would fly from the ground with precision, the force of it colliding with the roof above being great enough to puncture a hole in it. Afterward, the Senju would take the man he just met and place him outside of the building, safely away from any destruction that was about to occur. Once G was fully clear from any harm, the Senju would cause the root to release the man safely on the ground, returning to the Senju as he continued to stand atop the chair. Around him, roots were gathered like the tentacles of an octopus, circling throughout the air as they awaited the commands of the Young Lord. "Try me, bitch." he would ask the remaining men, the look f boredom constantly on his face as he awaited his request to 'dance'. he could see as the leader of this bunch would gulp, a few of them backing away slowly as 3 of them completely fled the scene.

"I Thinketh The Fuck Not..."

Whoever tried to run was swiftly met with a branch formed from underneath the ground, if no wood was already nearby insight for the Senju. One man's heart was pierced Swifty with a sharpened root, the death of their comrades putting the small gorilla squad on full alert. Watching people flee the scene was always something that set the Senju off. It was either they were too weak to defend themselves and their comrades, or they were too afraid to do so. His blood boiled as he watched the entirety of the room flee the scene, everyone leaving the Senju standing on the chair with his hands still holding the 'Snake' seal. He let in a very deep gust of air, his lungs filling with both oxygen and rage as he tried his best to contemplate the current situation. "You know what..." he thinks, his hands releasing the seal that was being held, the technique dying down as the roots were suddenly halted in place. He turned around, looking at the wall that stood behind him, then faced forward again. Closing his eyes, he slowly took a step from the chair, sitting down in it as he reached back into his backpack. Shuffling around his hand stayed in the backpack for every bit of 2 minutes. It wasn't the fact that he couldn't find what he was looking for, it was the fact that he realized that what he was searching for was missing. He began to passively breathe in and out, his heart beginning to pump faster as he was suddenly realizing the situation occurring.

Where was the scroll containing the Jugo?

He pulled out a scroll, and it was marked with a random letter that helped him distinguish the two. This was the scroll of the woman he had met earlier the week, but it wasn't the one with the body of the jugo. Eventually, he took the backpack and dumped all of its contents out on the ground, shaking ti violently afterward as if he expected more to fall out. He peeked into it, making sure that it was indeed empty, and in a rage, he threw it at the wall. He held his head as he looked at the ground, trying his best to remember what exactly all he did today. Did he take it out and forgets about it? There was no way someone stole it off him while he carried it, he would've dealt with them the moment they reached for the backpack. A thought suddenly elapsed across his mind. Did that man steal his scroll? No fucking way, the guy didn't even know who he was and he was more than positive his backpack was not in reach. Something also clicked in the moment of him assuming the man had something to do with the scroll missing. He remembered while packing up his backpack after the bloodshed at the club, there was a brief moment in which when he returned to the room it was foot level flooded from the jutsu he used. He couldn't remember the details exactly, but as he reminisced he could vaguely remember seeing the scroll laying next to a table inside the room. That's when he finally remembered leaving it there because he was going to take time to review the condition of the body while the party was going on downstairs. Without wasting more time, the Senju took to the ground, using his Hiding Like A Mole technique, and returned to the inside of the club, leaving the man he had just met outside with no clue of the Senju's whereabouts. 

As he rose slowly from the ground, he made sure to examine his surroundings carefully upon his ascension. Nobody remained in the club, the coast was clear. Fully emerging from the ground, he walked back up the flight of stairs that led to the balcony he once stood on, the sprinklers of the club still on full blast as the water soaked the young Lord once again. Rushing down the hallway, he took a quick left and pushed the door of the room open, scanning around for a second before his eyes would peer over at the table he left the scroll on. Luckily, it was still there. Truthfully, nobody knew it was there, and nobody knew exactly what it contained, so he lucked up this time. he was relieved at the sight of finding what he searched for, but something was still off about the entire situation. The product that he had left in the room was all gone, nothing is left in the room but the scroll, a table, and the walls. Someone had been here after he left and got what was left, either that or the owner of the club was doing his best to salvage what was left of his once luxurious establishment. Walking over to the table, he knew he'd need to make sure this was what he came for. he extended the scroll it's the full length of the table, part of it hanging off the sides of the small table as the scroll was much longer once fully extended. He took a small step back, raising his hand in the air as he released the contents of the scroll, the body of the woman appearing as it originally was sealed. A very big sigh of relief was given, as he took to the ground for a quick second to rest his nerves. 

He couldn't spend too much time here, however. He had already spent enough time lolly-gagging and the trust issues formed between him and this village were at an all-time high after his recent actions. He had been attacked twice in one night, a key sign that he needed to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. Taking a stand, he'd reverse the seal and seal the corpse back inside the scroll, taking time to carefully and correctly ravel it back up and securing it into his backpack, this time double-checking that it was there, 'just in case'. After zipping the backpack up and slinging it across his left shoulder, he looked around one last time to make sure he wouldn't be leaving without making sure everything of his was on his person. He quickly thought about the short introduction he gave to the man he met, but in all honesty, it was a solid introduction, if not any. He never really bothered with the normal greetings, he was always one who loved to show that he was different. This surely would be something the guy 'G' would remember. A smirk rose on his face as he thought about meeting the man again one day, but as of now, the Senju would be leaving without a trace of where he went and where he was going. Time was of the essence, and the slight mistake the Senju almost made with losing the scroll was a near wake-up call that he was being rather reckless with all the 'fun' he was having. He couldn't afford to 'fuck up', especially since it seemed like he was now back on his own. He hadn't heard from his brother Ghost in weeks, the same for Dr. Bright, the three last interacting back at the church where they paid tribute to the first body clapped by the Senju. If he had to venture the world on his own once more, then mistakes such as the one he almost made could not and would not be tolerated. This was the only form of decent money he currently had, contracts slacking up as people weren't willing to associate with those who were not native of this country often. He didn't want to go back out the front door since he might've been noticed. With his chakra suppressed, Wan opened a window in the room he was in, 2 stories high. It was towards the back of the club and truthfully wasn't that high that the Senju would have problems reaching the ground, hell, no Ninja should be honest. After tossing his backpack on the ground, the Senju followed suit, descending from the window as he collapsed on the ground, quickly regaining his posture. He'd pick the backpack up and sling it back across his shoulder, looking around to make sure nobody noticed him, which nobody did. In front of him was nothing but time and the open world, the deserts of Wind Country slowly beginning to glow as the sun began its rise. he began to walk forward, and continued, deciding that he wouldn't take a glance back as he finally left this village for good.

His next stop...Sunagakure. There are a couple of things he needs to do, and he was running out of time to do so. 

(EXIT)
[WC: 2,476]
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TOTAL WC: 6,153
CLAIMS:
•Claiming 3,000wc towards learning 'FUINJUTSU' as 3rd Spec (Original cost is 4,000wc. 25% Max Stat discount applied. 3,000/3,000)
•Claiming 1,875‬wc towards Mystical Palm (Original cost is 2,500. 25% Max Stat discount applied. 1,875/1,875)
•Claiming 900wc towards Chakra Scalpel (Original cost is 2500, 25% Max Stat discount applied. 1,875/1,875 previous 975 wc learned here)
•Claiming 300wc towards 6AP 

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Guren sat down as Wan had courteously pulled out a chair for him. As simple as it seemed, it was a nice gesture as Guren hadn’t taken the time to get off of his feet in a while. He was constantly on the go. Wan seemed to be letting himself get comfortable, removing his garment. Guren would not do the same.  He was actually pretty relaxed although the moisture from the rain had dampened his clothes. Upon asking Wan about his product, initially it appeared as if he had caught the man off guard with his questions, and that would be fair. But it was just a part of his nature to be direct. I guess you could say it was because of his natural inclination for curiosity. However Wan dismissed any concern that he might have with a slight laugh and an adjustment of his body language. He folded one leg over the other and leaned toward Guren. Not only was this a sign of calmness, but also interest. Normally when a person would lean forward during conversation, it is because their interest was peaking. Maybe that concept was true for Wan, and maybe Guren’s straightforwardness puzzled Wan. Guren exchanged this body language with his own, shifting to his right while placing his elbow on the arm bar and resting his head on his right thumb. His index finger was bent, pressed against the side of his jawline.

So, his name was confirmed to be Wan. And instead of being concerned with turning a profit, it appeared as if his intention was to give away the substance. Charity? Maybe not. But Wan would seem generous: both with his product and the level of depth in the information he was willing to share. Perhaps that level of generosity was the reason that there were so many people cheering Wan’s name. However, that would be a usual chain of events. Guren thought for an instance, attempting to piece together the events that could have occurred within the club. If he had to guess, Wan likely got into some physical altercation over that white product he had. After the fight, the partygoers inside were uneasy and scared. And in order to quell their concerns and get them back into the swing of the rave atmosphere, he handed a substantial amount of his product away. Interesting. It would seem like whatever the white substance was, it had the ability to incite violence yet also fuel excitement.

Breaking his train of thought, Wan had seem to be stumped. Like he really had to take some time to think about how he would respond regarding what he sought after. And that was a fair point. Many people looked for power, some adventure, and others just what answers. It would be curious as to what each men would classify their ambitions as. Yet Wan’s response was uncharacteristic and lackluster based on his previous answers. He didn’t know. And that was also a fair point. Assessing one’s desires was not an easy thing to do, yet Guren had an idea of what fuel his actions.
Before the two to divulge deeper in their conversation, yet another commotion broke out. It would seem as if where Wan went, trouble followed. Again, Guren could infer that it had something to do with the white substance that Wan possessed. Within seconds the vibe would shift from wholesome to hostile, with 20 men and women bursting into the scene making demands in some foreign language to which Guren didn’t understand. He turned his head slightly to see the crowd, then calmly turned back to look at Wan. The sudden intensity of the situation didn’t really bother Guren though. This type of aggression was usually masking fear, I mean look at the sheer number of people that would brought to combat one man. Not to take away any credit from Wan, but logically they would send a smaller number of capable and confident warriors…not a large number of buffoons.

All in an instant, a man would be charging towards Guren as if he had wronged him somehow. Intriguing. As he got closer Guren would lean forward and down in his seat at the same time as Wan warmed him. He would swiftly roll forward towards Wan’s side of the table and in the process he’d kicked his chair back to stun the man’s movements. This was followed with Wan kicking the table towards the man as well. Guren stood simultaneously with Wan as the two stared down the group that approached them. Guren remained idle, as he was curious as to how Wan would respond. It would give him a minute to assess the instincts and capabilities of his new friend. And Wan would not fail to put on a display. The ground began to crack and shake, with roots seeming to penetrate through the ground. Guren’s eyes would widen slightly. Once the roots began to congregate and sprout through the ground it was undoubtedly certain that Wan was utilizing the wood release, meaning he was likely from the Senju clan. Although he had never met a Senju, he had heard of their tales while growing up. Wan seemed to be chocked full of surprises.

But this wasn’t his fight, Guren didn’t have any investment in this confrontation although he would help Wan if needed. But he doubt he needed any support. This didn’t seem like his first rodeo. Suddenly, one of the sprouting roots would wrap around Guren’s torso and lift him into the air. Seemed like Wan was trying to protect his new comrade. Little did he know, Guren was more of capable of dismantling this platoon of rag tag warriors himself. Yet, Guren figured it was so that Wan would be able to operate as he normally would without any distractions or worrying about his jutsu hurting a friend. And that was fine. As he was displaced from the combat without much of a goodbye, he kind of just shrugged it off. It was understandable, and considering the way the world worked it was more than likely he would run into Wan again. So amongst all the fighting, Guren would put his hood over his head, tuck his hands into his pockets and dismiss himself unnoticed. Everyone was too focused on the fight at hand to be concerned about Guren leaving. And besides, he was sure Wan would understand his sudden departure.

~Exit~

[WC: 1073. Total: 3036]

Just became max stats so I'll be using this 25% WC for the below:
750 words to Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Murder [1000 WC -> 750, 750/750]
750 words to Basic Medical Ninjutsu [E Rank, 250 -> 188, 188/188]; C Rank, 1000 -> 750, 562/750]
1500 words to memorize Wan Senju's chakra [2000 -> 1500, 1500/1500]
36 words to Water Release: Rain Shark [2500 -> 1875, 1004/1875]

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