The Swallowing of Knives [ Urufu ]

[Kotone Tamuro]

田村　琴音

They're gonna recognize my eyes, my hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose.

Roxie © Renee Zellweger

Finally.

Her time had finally come.

The big-dreaming ANBU had finally reached her goal of becoming famous. It had taken years upon years upon years of training and late nights, but it was totally worth it.

The sun had started to set, but you could hardly tell. The sky was clouded over, and the pitter-patter of rain could be heard throughout the village. Although both of the birds that made up part of her DNA didn't very much enjoy the wet, the Brown Bear part did.

Strolling down the streets of her village, Kotone noticed that her feet were carrying her towards her favorite place to brood and think. Sing, even.

Cutting off on of the main dirt roads, the Raikage stopped her favorite cliffside. It gazed upon the dark-watered valley, which oddly calmed the woman.

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Notes | Crap, crap, crap. I'm so sorry that I'm so rusty. DD:
Song | It's Almost Halloween © Panic! At the Disco
Word-count | IDKMYBFFJILL.

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[Urufu Datake]

"ALL IS LOST AGAIN ;
BUT I'M NOT GIVING IN .
I WILL NOT BOW ,
I WILL NOT BREAK ,
I WILL SHUT THE WORLD AWAY .
I WILL NOT FALL ,
I WILL NOT FADE ,
I WILL TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY ..."

I Will Not Bow © Breaking Benjamin

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Ryoushi knew Kumogakure like he knew how to breathe -- naturally. The Hunter-nin knew everything that went on in the Cloud Village as well as what was behind every building and small boulder. This was his village -- and Kotone was his Raikage.

Though Ryoushi was three years Kotone's senior, he admired her way of reigning and her unique Jutsu manipulation; but that was natural. Kumogakure didn't just pick any kunoichi to be their leader -- the Raikage had to be amazing.

The Hunter-nin came to an abrupt stop when his acute hearing plucked out the sound of a slight breeze churning the surface of stagnant water. Ryoushi didn't need to think to know he was nearing the Valley of Clouds and Lightning; he could just barely recognize the unholy odor of death and mildew. The unnerving scent usually turned even the most senior Jonin retreating with their tails between their legs. . . But something about the scent intrigued this Shinobi. It was as if a switch flipped his creative imagination into overdrive, so Ryoushi enjoyed coming here to daydream and relax.

Hmm. . .?

The breeze picked up into a short, slightly noticeable gust, and Ryoushi perked up at the aroma of damp straw mixed with stale honey and sakura blossom that followed. If his hearing was extraordinary, then his sense of smell was just below perfect. The ANBU recognized the scent as his Raikage immediately before leaping to his feet. He began a harsh-yet-silent sprint toward the smell before kicking off the ground and landing on a low tree branch with excellent precision and grace.

"Ah, Kotone," Ryoushi kept his face covered with his simplistic tiger-like ANBU mask as he called out to his leader. "How are you today, onbin gufuu?"

His pine-hued eyes glittered mischievously as he referred to his 'kage as "the Gentle Hurricane."

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"Ryoushi speaks" . Ryoushi thinks . "female speaks" . "male speaks"

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notes ✕ God, it took SO LONG. . . Giggity. ^^
word count ✕ 3o6
listening to ✕ --