You decide your time might as well be rewarded. Why not sneak into a bar? Sure, you're underaged, but you're also a ninja. How hard could it be?
You make your way into the damper part of town where the faucets only pour good old fashioned amber. Despite this being the street being called the Drunken Alley, it was relatively clean. No drunks passed out, or even vomit in the street. It was kind of displeasing, and you'd love to get out of the village for a real town with real bars.
You knew you weren't going to get into any bars appearing as you did, and so you would adorn a simple transformation jutsu. You decide to transform into an all too familiar brute who hassled you and wasted a lot of time. If this were to fall on anybody, why not him?
It seemed to work too, he wasn't even stopped as he walked into a nearby bar. Though it's inhabitants didn't seem to like him very much. He approached the bar and sat at a stool and looked at the barkeep.
"Mind if I open a tab?" Why waste your own money, right?
The barkeep stares at you, his anger seeps into his expression as he glares at you, "Did you ever plan on closing up your last tab?"
You shoot him a confused look. Just who is this guy you're impersonating. Just then, as you are about to speak another word something strikes you in the back of the head. Your vision blurs, your body becomes numb, and soon you collapse onto the floor unconscious.
Hours? Maybe minutes. Time is hard to tell when you've been knocked out cold. Regardless, when you wake up you find yourself back in that forest clearing. An angry looking brute standing there immobile. Unblinking eyes watching you without budging. Such intensity, almost like he was angry or something.
"Ow, my head!" You moan as you rub the back of your head.
"You're lucky that's all you received. You realized I was forced to pay my tab? Do you know just how expensive that tab was? Now we're going on a big boy mission. We're going to do a B rank mission to make that money back, and it's all your fault."
"Well it's about damn time. Let's go!" You reek of enthusiasm as you climb to your feet and dust yourself off, already stretching and ready and a roaring to go.
"In due time, we're waiting on the team mates to come back with our supplies."
"We're taking them along? They'll get in the way!"
"And you think you're so tough?"
"I think I could demonstrate on your face just how tough I am!"
"Then prove it." He sneers at you as he leans forward and juts out his chin, pointing to it with his index as though provoking you.
Choose now:
A) He's pretty much giving you permission. Obviously take this opportunity to inflict as much damage as possible! 2 Votes
B) It's obviously a trap, the moment you try to hit him he will spring it on you. Fake him out. 3 Votes
C) Whatever, take a swig of water and go sit down somewhere. Those girls should be back soon. 0 Votes
Your Karma: You're still a fairly decent guy.
You make your way into the damper part of town where the faucets only pour good old fashioned amber. Despite this being the street being called the Drunken Alley, it was relatively clean. No drunks passed out, or even vomit in the street. It was kind of displeasing, and you'd love to get out of the village for a real town with real bars.
You knew you weren't going to get into any bars appearing as you did, and so you would adorn a simple transformation jutsu. You decide to transform into an all too familiar brute who hassled you and wasted a lot of time. If this were to fall on anybody, why not him?
It seemed to work too, he wasn't even stopped as he walked into a nearby bar. Though it's inhabitants didn't seem to like him very much. He approached the bar and sat at a stool and looked at the barkeep.
"Mind if I open a tab?" Why waste your own money, right?
The barkeep stares at you, his anger seeps into his expression as he glares at you, "Did you ever plan on closing up your last tab?"
You shoot him a confused look. Just who is this guy you're impersonating. Just then, as you are about to speak another word something strikes you in the back of the head. Your vision blurs, your body becomes numb, and soon you collapse onto the floor unconscious.
Hours? Maybe minutes. Time is hard to tell when you've been knocked out cold. Regardless, when you wake up you find yourself back in that forest clearing. An angry looking brute standing there immobile. Unblinking eyes watching you without budging. Such intensity, almost like he was angry or something.
"Ow, my head!" You moan as you rub the back of your head.
"You're lucky that's all you received. You realized I was forced to pay my tab? Do you know just how expensive that tab was? Now we're going on a big boy mission. We're going to do a B rank mission to make that money back, and it's all your fault."
"Well it's about damn time. Let's go!" You reek of enthusiasm as you climb to your feet and dust yourself off, already stretching and ready and a roaring to go.
"In due time, we're waiting on the team mates to come back with our supplies."
"We're taking them along? They'll get in the way!"
"And you think you're so tough?"
"I think I could demonstrate on your face just how tough I am!"
"Then prove it." He sneers at you as he leans forward and juts out his chin, pointing to it with his index as though provoking you.
Choose now:
A) He's pretty much giving you permission. Obviously take this opportunity to inflict as much damage as possible! 2 Votes
B) It's obviously a trap, the moment you try to hit him he will spring it on you. Fake him out. 3 Votes
C) Whatever, take a swig of water and go sit down somewhere. Those girls should be back soon. 0 Votes
Your Karma: You're still a fairly decent guy.
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