The Path You Choose (IO)

Tue Oct 19, 2021 10:05 pm

Fresh air… essence of cherry blossom braided with thicket and basin accompanied it. Such a colorful prospect, pink, green, autumn red and blue. One could find themselves at true peace while existing their. The Garden of Atarashi, is the name it went by. Vast yards of greenery and water, stone walking paths and benches purposely placed under cherry blossom trees. One hundred meters in all directions, one couldn’t really classify this as a “Garden”, yet that’s exactly what it was. Wildlife, unfettered to roam the garden as they pleased without fear.

The pond consolidates the land. It’s foundation made of one-third of the garden. A single, massive Torii Gate decor its center. A wooden path bridge over the water towards it.

There a man stood, pinning his eye outwards towards the rest of the land. Tall — six foot, 3 in a half inches. Light-skinned with high cheekbones, grey left eye and long wavy brown hair. Hair tied in a long ponytail with long bangs that framed the left side of his face. A noticeable amount of body hair on his chest, feet and arms. He dons a Sugegasa straw hat and a pink, flowered lady’s kimono that draped across his shoulders and over his white Nova haori. A cheap obi sash, but pin-wheel hairpins with expensive air. He wears tabi-less sandals. Thin facial hair around his mouth and on his cheeks. And eyepatch over his right eye, a mystery lingers around its reasoning. The top half of his right ear sliced off at a slight tilt with a scar along his right temple.

Atarashi:

“I take it by your hasty visit that you’ve…” He paused, allowing the weight of the suspense of his words to linger. His back was facing the newcomer, whomever it was, before glancing back with his one good eye. “found yourself at an impasse?” His tone was soothing, laid-back and without negative judgement. This man, this Atarashi would turn completely around to face the young one that approached him. “Yes, I can see it all over your face. Can’t really cloak something like that.” He matched the energy that may have, or have not been there with his expression maintaining a calm demeanor. “Now tell me… what now?” His query would hit the young person, rattling their world. As it did, he would patiently wait for a response. A sudden breeze would sway their clothing and hair, his right hand would rise to secure his Sugegasa straw hat in place.

Wed Nov 03, 2021 3:54 pm

"It doesn't look like I'll be able to catch a break," The Griffin mused as the figure of the mysterious stranger came to view. There was a 50-meter distance between the two in the gardens. Hiroshi wore a simple set of black clothing with his jacket opened to cool off, showing a muscular chest. His red mane of hair blew in the summer breeze.

The mysterious figure was wearing an eye patch, looking at the world through a smiling eye. An ear sliced off. The Grimma raider recognized the white cloak underneath the man's colorful blanket over his shoulders. Nova Corps. Every raider from the outskirts of Hoshi to the Great Pine to the North knew to run when they saw such a cloak.

"You are Atarashi? The guy, the old man, had a bug in his ass about?" There were rumors about a one-eyed swordsman in the Nova Corps. That served under the sixth Hogokage. His name was unknown, but the Grimma had a reputation for him. The man looked far less imposing than the stories. More like a middle-aged man you'd meet in an inn. The man you'd share hunting stories over a fire.

"If we are going to do this, Grave Digger. I need assurance you are not going to try and kill me."

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