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Shiro aburame

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Shiro shrugged and looked around. He could see the land! They were almost there! He looked at the skies again and saw that it had gone completely dark. The water beneath them was looking dark and menacing in itself, and getting rougher by the minute. He said "Getting worse... we'd better hurry."

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Skipping the port town, Dev had arranged for their vessel to meet elswhere than any dock. He ran across the sea at the same speeds. With nothing but open water for him to manuver around, it cut travel time down even more than when in the forest.
Thirteen, maybe fourteen minutes later Dev found their boat waiting for him. It was only few miles off from the tip of the peninsula that was the Land of Tea. Slowing down and cutting off the lightning chakra, Devonte ran to the boat and lept in. The one steering was relatively old man, but obviously younger than Dev. He worked in one of the port towns and often transported ninja from Mist to the mainland. And every year, he took the Mizukage across the seas to the chunin exams. Once Devonte was in, the man nodded and started off, heading for the Land of Wind. In the meantime, Devonte slumped down, taking his seat and extended his left hand. His palm had an ornate 'S' on it and as he put his chakra into the seal, it glowed a dark blue.

Jin stood quietly, trying to figure out what just happened. The hairs on his body stood on end. That was amazing! Jin's grin quickly faded when he heard Dev speak. When Suijin shrugged it off he relaxed, but the tension quickly took him as she became serious. He turned his attention to their surroundings, trying to look for anything out of the ordinary. He was on gaurd duty after all, and he didn't have the pleasure of carrying a conversation while he did so. In reality: he was hesitant to say anything at all. Suijin was like the ocean itself, calm and playful one moment and then a torrent of fierce force the next. It would be a while before he could stand on that kind of water. And it wasn't really his place to talk anyway, he was just a genin tagging along. Although that did make him curious as to why she brought him. He shook his head clear and turned back to the scenery. That was one of those thoughts that went off on a tangent and took away from his focus.

Jin laughed and took a seat next to Suijin. "I have to admit, I like the old man. If only he was as playful with us as he is with you, Lady Mizukage." Jin grined and slid his arm around Suijin's. Although he didn't pay much attention to it, he locked the arm the way lovers would, and rested against her. It was more out of habbit than anything. Truth be told, he didn't want to be left behind if she jumped off again, and he figured he would take the few minutes to let the tension out of his body. His ribs were still sore from his mistake earlier. He closed his eyes for a moment longer than he should have as he felt a particularly soothing breeze pass over them.

‘Ah the sea is there anything more beautiful?’ Kiyoshi stood at shore watching the waves kick up and the sun light glisten of the gorgeous water. Maybe it was because he was a Mist Shinobi but he felt at home in the water; at the same time he was not stupid. He looked around for a boat or someone to give him a ride across he was not about o cross it by himself all that would do was tire him out he still had to make through a desert. Finding a group of anglers, he walked over hoping to convince one to give him a ride or at least a boat.

Jin caught the bottle in a firm grip. He popped it and made a toasting motion before taking a gulp of the stuff. His throat was instantly on fire, but he just pushed it down and let out a sigh of appreciation. Of course if Suijin carried it around it must be strong. He quickly put the stopper back in and latched it onto his belt. He had various holders for flasks and things of the like, but ever since that fateful day two years ago where they took away everything, most of them were empty. Whenever he tried to gather more ingredients from the forest, they would never make it past the gate. No matter how creative he got…

“Well if you two plan on drinking till you drop, I think I’ll just wait until we get back to the village before I tackle this stuff.” He tasted the unique after taste and grinned. “’Sides, I’m not on either of your levels when it comes to knocking them back.”He turned to face the approaching shore with an amused look on his face. He normally kept his distance from people, but being around company who were professional killers and what he thought would make for great drinking buddies, he finally didn’t need the chaos of the slums to relax. It was a good feeling.

Disobey me......
"HAH! You're damn right about that boy!" Suijin cackled, raising her bottle and chugging down the rest. Oh sure, her throat was practically on fire but did that matter to her? The answer is no. Not to that crazy old broad. (Just don't call her that! She will KILL you!) When she realised it was empty, she discarded it and whipped out another. Although she was drinking a lot and all ready had a ton in her system, it'd probably still be a while yet before she really got drunk. How was that possible you ask? How? Honestly, I have no idea.
Devonte laughed and said to Jin, "Thirty-sum'in' years ago, Suijin gat challenged to a drink-off with tha Kusakege an' tha last Kazekage's wife! Kick 'ere asses, right before she led tha entire village into war, no less!" He was laughing hard by the time he'd gotten to the end of his tale. The old man was reminescing all ready. Many of those who had bared witness to the legendary event in Keizo's Bar had died in the next day's battle. Those that survived spread the tale to friends. Today, the story was mostly just rumor, speculation, though very few doubted it was false, taking into account her drinking habits. Though, there were only very few who scorned her for it, none of them of any major power to the village save for those in the Kurosawa clan. The battle had been won with the Eastern Front which had been led by Suijin reduced to a crater and standing as one of the two historical landmarks left in Snow by that battle. Though the battle was originally believed would have devestating casualties on Mist's part, remarkably less than half died thanks to Suijin's expert tactics. It was something anyone could find in Mist's history books, and of course something that was taught in the academy. Ahhh.... them good ol' days. She, Dev, Shouta, everyone was so much younger back then. But they hadn't changed much. The only real difference was that two of the five of them had all ready moved on to the next world.
Even the thought of death made Devonte smile. It may have been the effects of the sake, but most likely not. He just pulled himself out of his fantasies of the past and his attention back on Jin. "If yer gonna wait till we get back, ya might as well come wi' me ta Keizo's. 'S'all on me!" he offered. The docks were close. Only a mile or so away. Suijin and Dev got to their feet, neither even a bit off balance despite the fact they had both finished the bottles in their hands.






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