The crudely made weapon could barely be considered a 'weapon' by most. But Ziro wasn't exactly a weaponsmith either.
"I'm doing training, Crow-Sensei says I need to work on my gates, again."
The boy's eyes widened. He still couldn't believe to have met another person, that surprise ran away from his face as he remembered what she had said. His stomach grumbled and the boy looked down to remember just how much energy he had depleted.
Certainly there wasn't enough for
Being a bounty hunter meant not having a one place to settle. It meant to travel constantly, and perhaps that was precisely fitting for her.
Sometimes, staying at inns in random villages, sometimes, passing the night on a tent in the middle of nowhere. That was Hina's life.
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him to go hunting anymore... as if he would find anything this far up either...
"My... weapon?" His light voice questioned the words as if he was just waking from a dream. That's when he was reminded of Fang.
"Oh." He reached to the side of his belt to pull off the bone dagger
"NOO!!!"
Chakra ran down towards his ankles and wrist, as he seemlying was gaining speed at a breakneck pace. But all of that was lost, as the chakra suddenly disperesed. He fully lost his balanced and went tumbling over himself into a wall.
"... I don't wanna bath time!"
"A clan..." His finger touched his lips as he said the word, still trying to understand it. Despite obviously being from a clan inside the leaf, he wasn't openly accepted by it.
"Oh, you're silly. Haroku isn't a dog. Haroku is a wolf, he eats people, not leafs!"
The puppy lick
He starts running on all fours, as he recklessly rushes down the street. Each shot causes him to loose more and more balanced but his hatred of being clean forces him to keep going.
"IT SMELLS LIKE NASTY!"
The Inuzuka grit his teeth as he clenched his fingers against the next rock. While nothing more than a genin, the young male still did his best to try and push his limits and today's test had been rock climbing.
The northern peaks were a great chance to do so, although he was
ones. He choose a place far FAR from where he thought any of their villages would be, just so none could laugh at him when he fell. But his nose had rarely been wrong. He smelled fire coming from just ahead of him. Something was roasting... someone was cooking?
The feral child
Ziro tried listening as best as he could but just smiled in response. Haroku barked out a few words but they came out as simple canine barks.
"You smell so much like a jellyfish though."
Ziro pushed both of his palms against his cheeks as if to mimic her own transform to water.