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Post by Nariko on Wed May 29, 2019 1:05 pm

"Maaaake waaaay!"

The shouts of the caravan guide bellowed. Behind him a long line of carts, camels and elephants carrying a variety of goods. All owned by the Kurosawa Conglomerate from Hi no Kuni, the kamon of the clan subtly yet unmistakably etched upon the carts and beasts alike. Men and women from the Land of Fire as well as the Land of Winds had arrayed as the Kurosawa in charge of this entrepreneurial project hired them to help out. Kaze no Kuni was uncharted terrain for the Conglomerate. They needed guides that could bring them. Eager people looking to scrape by enjoyed the thought of a well-paid earning for the day. Once at the budding gates of the city, paperwork was hardly a problem. The caravan brought medicine and fresh water by the gallons from Hi no Kuni, along with a couple of exotic goods and 'exquisite' rarities only the Conglomerate offered. They didn't come for free, of course, but even offered at fair prices there was no denying the people would storm their recently bought up ground. The people of this place would find respite in the form of cheap 'disaster relief', the Kurosawa would find the funds to build their new project in this village. When the gates were left behind, the caravan had to find its way through the crowd. Here again, eager people looking for a swiftly earned pay appeared. A few 'enforcers' willing to help citizen make way, a man with a loud voice, a couple of people not shy of discharging the goods once they arrived. Already employment was being provided. Connection made through presence and an easy form of speculated charity.

Nariko had high hopes for this project. The Kurosawa had recently lost her father to an assassination she partially had orchestrated herself, and was finally free to do as she pleased. Business in Tanzaku Town would move on as usual, since that was where she originally hailed from, but under the false promise to marry one of the other families once she hit eighteen she was pretty much off the hook when it came to running the show back home. Her mother took care of that, the promise ensuring an uneasy peace between to rival families within the Kurosawa. The fools. Nariko had no intention of marrying that pompous man. She had granted herself two years to find sufficient power to nullify the established contract and make sure her own family would survive her wily decisions. In two years time, she'd need to build up connections, find allies and gather a couple of boons to set up another assassination. A tough pair of years, but it was that or losing all her father's death had left her to another 'businessman' who'd require nothing more from her than to be a pretty, and mostly quiet, face in the household. The discordian did not envision a future in yet another gilded cage for herself.

But that was then and there. At this point in time, Nariko sat on the back of an elephant who carried a small makeshift vantage point where she and her entourage were currently seated. To her left sat Mr. Belvedere, as professional as ever. Short, silver hair framed a soft looking face that held an eternal courteous smile. His white suit, elegant and perfectly cared for, was the perfect protection against the blistering heat. He manservant was currently partaking in casual conversation with Akane, her pesonal handmaid. The woman had known Nariko since she was born. She had been her nurse and babysit and was now her handmaiden. Despite the general professional dress code most of the yakuza maintained, Akane always looked casually dressed. The pink open blouse over the blank top and the white skirt she wore today was nothing different now; the light colours and dress style almost perfect for the summer-like environment of Kaze no Kuni. Then lastly was her bodyguard, Azunai. Were it not that Nariko had to maintain a sense of attachment to her father's legacy, she'd have ditched the idiot since long. He had a cool air yet always looked down upon others. He believed himself a yakuza, but his so called honour was always misplaced. That, and the lecherous young man harboured a heavy crush upon the Discordian teenager he was supposed to protect. Even now, arms crossed, he couldn't help but peek at her on a regular base. As if some random guy would show up to steal her away from him. He also felt a need to haughtily comment upon the 'plebs of Kaze no Kuni', forcing Nariko to shift her gaze away and simply ignore his comments. She despised him, but that emotion would hardly be visible on her face.

Eventually, the caravan came to a slow halt. Men shouted back and forth, and Mr Belvedere stated they had arrived at the place. It was time for Nariko to move. The girl stepped down from the lowered elephant with the help of her manservant who elegantly offered his hand like a gentleman, before she moved to see the rather impressive large plot of land the Conglomerate had bought for this project. A faint smile crept on her face. She could see its potential. A new 'medical tent' in where much needed water and medicine would be offered, a bit of opium would be slipped in as 'miracle worker' against the worst of pains and a local plant known as senjuana would be offered as a form of 'stress relief' and 'trauma elevating' medicine. All that with intent to slowly lure in the weaker of will into its subtle addiction. Under the guise of disaster relief, the Kurosawa were to work a solid income for themselves. And with that newly collected money... would come a new chapter for their Yakuza House.

The future looked as bright as the local sun.



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Post by Nagisa on Sun Jun 02, 2019 11:29 am

Sunagakure no Sato; a bland world of browns and yellows. Every day was like staring into some sort of backrooms where every room blended together in the village and the only thing that stood out would be the stuff people had in it. Colorful and interest bits and baubles can only go so far, especially when one longs for the wet evaporated water of the humid jungle air to grace their skin once more, and to smell the fresh natural scent of large green foliage which took over a small cut of the world once more. Instead of cockatoos and black eagles all Nagisa remembers seeing recently are vultures and hawks with the occasional creepy, beady-eyed owl. Instead of monkeys and poison-dart frogs he is instead gifted with rattlesnakes, scorpions, and horned lizard. The change variety drops after a few years and, with most of these creatures tending to be bland overall in appearance, just blends in with the rest of this waste of a world. Honestly, the main redeeming quality of living here for him would be the people and the things they do. Looking out an opening to the market below, all he could do was sigh as even today he would be denied the freedom to explore to instead be confined to a hot and crowded room, loud from people talking over one another.

"How dare you bring this poison here!"

Shaken from the bored trance he was entering, Nagisa would be brought back to reality by the going-ons of his fellow tribe members and the raging raucous voice of his father rung out, seemingly bouncing off the sandstone walls of the crowded building and effectively silencing the room like a wave of dominance just washed over them and cut off their ability to speak. He'd expect nothing less of the current head of the tribe, whose hands are covered in crushed sticky brownish muck and whose yellow haori was dirtied by the dust and sand from both inside the building and outside. This was the head of the tribe whom only Nagisa can only call "father" or by his true name: Kai. It was said when his father was born it was on the beach with the first thing his infant eyes saw being the sea, the Kahuna from the Sea, their fellow tribes-people called him. Now though he's more like the Kahuna of the abandoned storage building.

Nagisa didn't need to see the muck layering his father's hands to know what had happened, for he can already see the telltale signs of it on the man before them. It was another one from their "clan", a guy whose name Nagisa hadn't bothered to keep track of as he wasn't allowed anywhere near the commons area that the other half of his tribe had taken over since Kahuna Kai wanted to separate them from the rest. He could tell from the mans' shaky biting of his fingers, his dazed stare, and the underweight appearance of his body that he was yet another user high-strung on some gunk that is rare but existent among the other refugees of the village.

It was only a short while after they had settled into the village that Nagisa first started seeing clan members attached to the stuff. Before his father could do anything to stop it from spreading it already acted as a plague and, before they knew it, half the clan was already attached to the stuff. Since their exile from the main living areas of the tribe this faction of their tribe had remained on it, although seemingly it was becoming more and more rare, which also made them more and more desperate. This is what led to the poor guy of today, whom of which in his addicted head tried to convince the Kahuna himself to try the gunk and see how good it made him feel. Apparently he hadn't paid attention to how notorious Kai was among his family for being hilariously stubborn, even to the point that he still refuses their voted-on name of Horikoshi when addressing his family members.

Nagisa's father wildly flailed his hands, pointing angrily at the addict with his right while his left attempted to get the drug off, causing some flecks of it to land on Nagisa's black shirt. Of course his father had already seen this happen and, even more infuriated that it got on his son, virtually stood up already ready to thrash the addict around while pointing at him from the balcony above. "Look at what you've done! Get out of my sight before I throw you out myself, you're no Pueki-Pueki!" The man scurried away while Nagisa himself used a rug nearby to get as much of the gunk off as he can. While this happened the rest of the elders apart from his father had already begun to stand up, moving down the steps of the storage area to the bottom floor so that they may leave with the rest of the tribe following. This meeting was over before it began, and out of everything else from earlier which glazed by without him even realizing, Nagisa wasn't hopeful for how things have been turning out for the family.

Of course the main head of the tribe and his loved ones were the last to leave as it tradition, whether they're the last to see the flaming forests bordering the Lands of Wind and Rivers or the last to see the backs of disappointed tribes-people leaving the building. As Nagisa stood up to leave, so did his father, whom of which stopped him immediately and began brushing the gunk off of him even more. "Seriously, what's wrong with these people, forgetting our sacred beliefs. If I had half a mind I swear I'd-"

"Dad, it's fine, really. It's not like he meant any harm." Nagisa said, though his voice wavered at the end. He was uncertain on that part if anything else, on whether or not they meant harm. This mess came from the clan beginning to not be able to have kids, so it wasn't like they wanted to be on the stuff. He guessed it might just help them cope with the idea of not being around for much longer. "If he didn't mean any harm then he wouldn't be on that damned poison. None of them would be. Are you going to help set up the arriving caravan?" His father inquired, catching Nagisa's raising eyebrow as he curiously wanted to learn more. "Caravan?" Just asking the question however made his father nearly smack his own face, clearly bewildered at how the boy couldn't know of the arrival of a caravan. "Yes, the one we paid for? From The Land of Rivers? Were you paying attention at all during the meeting today?" Before he could lecture him Kai could only watch his son nearly skip down the steps of the storage building, excited to have something more to do than just play witness to more miserable people being annoying. He had to do his Genin duty and help a caravan.

Of course, on the way from the storage building would be quite a long trek of skirting through tents, developing alleys, and people lazing about only to then reach the Bazaar; an open expanse of a marketplace, and just as Nagisa came out of an opening and into this world of exchanging goods and services, would be when he would see a caravan, and one that didn't hold any known symbol from the Land of Rivers, but still was a caravan, and that would be more than enough to keep his attention on making his way towards the nearby tent that would already be set up. With his green ponytail bobbing lightly as the short male shoved his way through the surrounding crowd, he would be taken off guard by his coming upon land that was fairly empty of the surrounding crowds. This was definitely land bought and paid for, and judging from how things usually go with private property, Nagisa will have to follow his family's teachings and treat it with respect while walking upon it.

Aside from the elephant which already made him linger a look upon it with mouth slightly agape with amazement, Nagisa would force himself to see the individuals at the tent instead, to pay attention to what they looked like as he came within a noticeable distance of them. These were fancy-seeming people, with one of them being a head of short, grey hair with a weird suit, another being some more casually-dressed lady with hair consisting of some shade of light brown for color, and the last of the three he saw right away being another guy, one with hair as long as the lady. That isn't to say that was all of them, though, as he could just make out at the last second another girl; one that was around the same height as Nagisa, wearing dark-tinted clothing with even darker hair. These must be from one of the more civilized parts of the Land of Rivers. Dusting off his orange shorts, Nagisa would move to wave towards the group as he approached, headband slightly protruding from his backpack. "Aloha! Are you the caravan that came in recently? The name's Nagisa Horikoshi, and I've been sent to help out." He announced to them, barely keeping his distance to the point where he was right next to the lowered elephant, not even noticing the right hand of his that would already be slowly raising to touch it.

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Post by Nariko on Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:17 pm

An adequate plot of sand. That was what the Kurosawa had bought up. Right in the middle of a bunch of nestled tents but with the 'privilege' of having a small road that actually granted some walking space. Looking about the area, that was probably one of the better spots, as the whole Bazaar was just one tent after another without beginning or ending, cluttered with goods and people alike. And it would only get worse, as camels and elephants were being discharged of their goods. Box after box, each marked with some unreadable script (really, it was just that bad of a handwriting), was being set one on another. Nariko sighed, slowly rolling her eyes, as she saw the disorder with which things were being tackled.

"Do I really have to spoon feed you morons? You start with setting up the tent. We have valuable medical supplies in there. We don't, and I repeat, DO NOT, want the sun scorching that."

The men hesitantly looked at each other at those words, deciding it was better not to argue with the teenager, and decided thusly to take down the materials required for the tent. Bamboo poles, wood, massive white blankets. All was taken down and slowly being set up, the wide open field slowly being taken in by small sections of what would eventually become just another tent within the masses.

When the first sections of the 'medical tent' had been set up, Nariko walked among the discharged crates to see which ones were to be dragged into the tent. The basics first. Some things that could serve as nightstands and stools, a couple of sleeping bags, cups, utensils. Matter of having some basic comfort before the real work had to begin. Another section would pretty much be shut off to be her private quarters - small but necessary. And yet another part shut off to serve as the 'storage room' where all the goods would be kept in a dark corner - dry and without sun, the best way to protect them from spoiling. With that, eighty percent of the full space was left to be arranged for incoming clients.

Speaking of which, as the medical tent was being set up, already visitors were showing up to slake their curiosity. Some wanted to know who had been buying up that patch of land, others had gazed upon the reflective shine of fresh water. Others still seemingly had arrived to 'help'.

"Aloha! Are you the caravan that came in recently? The name's Nagisa Horikoshi, and I've been sent to help out.", whoever it was, he was certainly bold. The first one to introduce himself so openly, hand patting the elephant that had carried their goods. The animal remained peacefully in place, rather used to being around humans, allowing itself to be patted by the youngster.

On the other hand, the people were busy. Mr Belvedere courtly directed the men with the grace of a saint, Akane making sure Nariko's private quarters looked the sort that behooved a 'lady of the house' and Azai basically acting his idiotic self by toughening up and staring down just about every guy that came an inkling too close to Nariko until she scrutinised him. Naturally, her guard just had to stare this Nagisa up and down like he was the dirt beneath his shoes; the guard not quite liking the bold tone with which he presented himself.

"You'll address me first, mister Horikoshi. As the-", WHACK! ,"Oooow!"
"Shut up, Azai. If anyone should speak in my name, it'll be mister Belvedere. Thank you very much?"

He'd step back rubbing the back of his head to leave the spot to the yakuza he supposedly protected, sulking that he she still didn't understand how was merely doing this out of jealousy diligent duty.

"Aloha, Nagisa. I'm Kurosawa Nariko, and you are correct. We recently arrived from Hi no Kuni and are now setting up camp. I'll have to request some patience though, as we are not yet open for business.", she introduced herself in turn. "What do you mean with help though? Are you looking for work?"



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Post by Nagisa on Sat Jun 22, 2019 12:54 am

The scary looking beanstalk of a man would stare the arriving boy up and down, almost as if he was frisking him with his very eyes, examining to see what kind of threat he'd be, and yet at the same time already recognizing he was none. Nagisa didn't know how to take the feelings washing over him as what he could assume was a guard for the caravan kept looking at him as if he was less than nothing. A smart person that knew they wouldn't stand a chance wouldn't be a tad snarky just now, a dumb person that knew however.. Nagisa whistled in faux impressiveness, already knowing this man could crush him beneath his shoes, but he didn't care much for tall people, and tall rude people were the absolute worst. Maybe those not so bright would think he was actually impressed with being stared down and intimidated, but he tried his best to make it pretty obvious he wasn't as wouldn't anyone else. For a moment he truly wondered if he had the right people or if these were some others sent for the sake of coincidence.

Beanstalk began speaking to Nagisa, using his last name in a mixture of stern tone and polite acknowledgement of a far weaker stranger, but to the Genin's amusement he would immediately be struck by the girl of his height, practically putting an end to what would probably end in Nagisa's getting stomped into the sand, to a mixture of his relief and slight confusion as to why this interaction had to happen. It took quite a bit in him to not laugh out loud at this, but was thankfully able to contain himself as the scary-looking guard began to leave the spot, rubbing his head. He knew at that point that this girl was definitely the leader of the bunch.

Nagisa was frankly not surprised that she wasn't open for business. From how it looks it seems like they were still unpacking everything, which is perfect timing. What did surprise him though was her copycatting the greeting he used, understanding the meaning of it right away it seems. It definitely beats what would normally be odd stares or a greeting in their own way, even if it surprised him. She inquired about his arrival to aid them and if he was looking for work while trying to help with work. "Yes ma'am!" replied the ignorant boy already sent to help. He offered a sort of lazy salute while seemingly losing his balance in the middle of attempting to create a sense of great posture, only to catch himself and actually begin to lean against the elephant. He confidently believed it wouldn't be startled by the small weight against it if it hadn't reacted to his touching it earlier. It was a fleshy wall of awesome and he wasn't going to be the first one to not take advantage of it when it was an opportunity which readily presented itself to him on a silver platter.

"Some of the communities around the Ba-zaar decided to help keep the piece and junk while the village doesn't have a leader. The people I came from in particular told me that there was a caravan coming from where you guys came from and that I was supposed to help somehow." He moved off the elephant as he spoke, standing up while searching his person for any sign of proof or contract. To his realization however he found none as his father never actually gave him any in the first place, meaning the caravan itself was apparently expected to accept help blindly. He'd have to show some other kind of credibility to prove that he's not some urchin waiting to rob the place, and what exactly came to mind was in his backpack at that moment. Reaching into the opened left side he would begin to pull out a headband, brandishing it. "I don't have any documentation proving it but I'm a shinobi of the village, meaning if I try anything stupid like steal from you guys then I'd get hit pretty hard with a punishment, I think. At the same time I'm not doing an actual village mission here either, so I guess it's just a Genin for hire! So do you have anything I can do?" He'd put away his headband in the middle of his explanation, offering another grin to them.

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Post by Nariko on Sat Jun 22, 2019 3:39 am

The boy looked clumsily joyful. Like a typical teenager whose body didn't always agree in how something had to be done, creating the silliest situations against his will only to attempt it look comical. Nariko chuckled slightly as his attempt to come over as professional looked rather endearing. He seemed to be somewhat of an airhead too as he searched for a proof of his credibility only to take longer than expected. Whatever he was looking for was hard to tell but eventually he dug up a headband with a metallic plating attached to it and brandished it so she could spot the differences in the symbol that was etched into it. It looked like a stylised hourglass of sorts, in comparison to the stylised leaf some carried in Hi no Kuni.

"Oh? So Kaze no Kuni has those too, huh?", she mused, not too sure what it was supposed to mean to the caravan. He called himself a Genin, 'low ninja', which she assumed to be a rank or title of sorts, and was remembered to a previous situations where some shinobi of Hi no Kuni had investigated the murder on her father. She had never heard of these shinobi before until they appeared out of nowhere, bearing some funny looking masks. Her mother on the other hand seemed to be somewhat familiar with them, at least sufficiently knowledgeable not to be surprised by their existence. ANBU, some sort of secretive investigators. But that had also been the limit of her intel. The existence of shinobi was nothing new to the Kurosawa but their relation with them was one of caution.

"I'm sorry, I'm not too familiar with your organisation, what shinobi actually do or whom they serve. So perhaps you can fill me in on what the headband exactly means? Meanwhile, you are welcome to help out. Since we've just arrived, it's hard for us to write up a contract as well so we both have each other at a disadvantage, having to rely on our words. But you'll get paid like everyone else in my service, of course.", at those words, Nariko looked around to assess the current situation. Most of the tents seemed to be set up, what little work that remained already tackled by a group of people. Small crates with goods were being brought in by a few, while others with futon and smaller materials were being discharged. Soon enough the massive tent would have to be furnished so they could accept clients.

"Perhaps you could start preparing the rooms. Each one of them needs a futon and a small night table, which is currently being discharged. It's somewhat of a menial task but the rooms are important if we wish to provide a good service in the future.", she explained as she pointed at the men discharging the elephants. Bundles of futon and simple night stands had their strapping loosened and were being taken from the cart. Nagisa would be the link in the chain that brought them into the room, while her handmaid then properly established the rooms. As for Nariko, she'd join him in the endeavour as mister Belvedere already delegated the tasks inside the tent in her name. The man knew what she wanted; there was no need for her to repeat her wishes on that matter.



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Post by Nagisa on Wed Jul 03, 2019 12:55 pm

"Yeah, they have them. I think all villages have them to help look all official." He responded, ceasing any further response as this acquaintance of his carried on with talking. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to say in regards to her request to fill her in on what the headband actually meant, as to him it meant nothing. Even as protection it wouldn't do much more than just be the equivalent to a person holding a block of wood to their head. Actually, the wood might be better, at least it covered more. He was more than happy however to go ahead and help out, especially for some spare change. "I'm all for that. I think you're trustworthy enough to not need a contract anyways." Shrugging off the lack of official documentation they both had, Nagisa was now officially a temporary employee, a low-wage worker, a servant of The Man, or The Wo-Man, in this case. "From what I know, village Shinobi handle keeping the peace in the village and the territory around it. Genin like me tend to handle low-priority things such as odd jobs or in-general lookout posts within the village with minimal exploration outside." He began to speak as he trailed Nariko while she looked around.

"Above that would be the Chuunin, stronger shinobi. They usually handle more dangerous situations and the majority of protection around here. Above that are specialist shinobi and above those are the strongest of us, but I forgot the words for those, but I usually avoid them. They're too tall usually. Kanapapiki's. We don't have anything above that right now that I know of. I guess no one feels like taking charge." He certainly wouldn't mind being the boss of the village, to get free food whenever he wishes, his own office, his people having the resources to find their home again. It seems practically perfect of a spot for him, but what can you do when you're more suited for sweeping floors and looking out than to slap a boulder into anyone that threatens your people?

He nodded along to Nariko's assigning him some tasks to help out, which were menial in nature. Room prep involving futons and night tables. According to her rooms are important to providing good service in a future, but could a big tent separated into sections really be "rooms" if the walls and ceiling are little more than fabric? He guessed that if a clan quarters can be a warehouse, a home can be a tent, so it's really none of his business on what constitutes for a room. He followed with his grey eyes to where her finger pointed, seeing some men unloading the elephants and holding bundles of the goods he needs to drag on over being taken from a cart. He knew right then that this was some sort of process to help make the unloading more efficient, that the others were passing them onto one another, hastily making the loads move closer and closer to the rooms as a faster pace than how it would've been should they each just make the full trek themselves, all the while keeping their stamina fairly secure.

The bundles as it reached the arms of Nagisa were quite hefty for him at his fairly average strength, though it was nothing he couldn't carry onto the rooms. He didn't expect them to be above twenty-five pounds in weight but then again he also never carried a futon or a nightstand before, so he guessed this was a bit of a learning experience: Get someone else to carry them next time. Using both hands he would make it to each room, handing them off to the next and making his way back to the rest of the chain, repeating this process in repetitive factory-line fashion, making sure to always offer a friendly smile along the way. As he lifted, he would continue speaking, not even bothering to check if Nariko was in hearing distance as he continued. "I'm not sure what the symbol on the headband itself is about or what it means. I guess Sunagakure just takes itself too seriously with the sand thing." After carting a few bundles back and forth on his part a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head. "Honestly I'd pick a cup of water, but I guess that'd be too ironic. What about you though? Don't you guys wear some kinda symbol?" He inquired, noting that in his relatively short time of being around the group he hadn't actually seen anything marking them. How can they tell themselves apart from an attacking enemy? It made him curious.

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Post by Nariko on Sun Jul 07, 2019 1:56 pm

Nariko's mind rummaged on the new information given concerning shinobi. Peacekeepers. It was an odd position to place them in, since they didn't quite keep the peace in Tanzaku Gai. That area was were the yakuza kept the peace. Relatively speaking, if one disregarded the occasional elimination of disturbing factors. But certain problems aside, few people suffered from the yakuza. The gambling dens were maintained, rivalries were curbed, merchants protected and in times of need the yakuza made sure to provide disaster relief. In all those moments, Nariko couldn't remember having seen a shinobi step in, until that late incident where her father had died. Was it possible the shinobi of Kaze no Kuni had other priorities than those of Hi no Kuni? It was not unlikely, she supposed.

There was also a hierarchy of sorts. Certainly a bigger one than what the yakuza maintained. Nagisa spoke of four ranks and some foreign word that went completely beyond her. Can-a-papi, or something. Whatever that was supposed to mean. And then there was supposed to be someone in charge. A position generally considered the most wanted was... empty. That certainly explained a few things, her eyes meaningfully darting all across the Bazaar for as far as she could see. Not lingering too much on it, she considered that certain people's pains warranted her personal gains.

"What's a can-a-papi?", she'd ask him to keep the conversation going while she rummaged in a newly delivered box. Pocketing some chewing gum, she'd pop one into her mouth and offer some to Nagisa before he started his appointed tasks. She'd follow him to hear his explanation, but where he halted to take his place in the chain of swaying arms, Nariko continued towards one of the elephants in the back. The animal driver had signed her since the last of the goods were discharged, and so his duty with her was pretty much done. A small conversation later, she'd call her servant to her side and let him know he could pay the price they had agreed upon.

Passing by Nagisa again to handle yet another affair, she'd hear him talk about the symbol on the headband. Or rather, his thoughts on how they took themselves too seriously. To her, it seemed more like they were trying to find something identifiable but then again, she was no shinobi so what did she know about the reasons behind a stylised leaf or hourglass anyway? Thoughts aside, he'd ask if she didn't bear any sort of symbol. She wasn't quite sure if he was referring to the stylised leaf or the kamon of the Kurosawa, assuming the latter rather then the first.

"This is the Kurosawa kamon. You'll see it more often in Tanzaku Gai in Hi-no-Kuni where some of our family members stand more on tradition and proper representation.", she replied as she took out a handkerchief from her pockets and pointed out the kamon in question. It looked like a couple of orbs were in motion, circling inwards. An old reference to the folklore tied with their bloodline - the onibi, or 'demon fire'. The will o' wisps which lured unlucky travellers into the misty swamps. It was more commonly known as Light Release these days, but since the Kurosawa had hardly any business with the newfound rise of shinobi activity, it wasn't the most known bloodline outside of the Land of Fire. Dipping off her face with the handkerchief, she'd stow it away into her pocket again. "I've been told that the kamon represent the ghost lights luring travellers into the swamps. Kurosawa means 'Black Swamp', after all, so I suppose it's a fitting representation of our name."

Another elephant was discharged and so their rider expected to be paid as well. Moving away again for a small conversation, her butler would once more be allowed to pay the man. When that was done and the second elephant left the premises, the place suddenly seemed much bigger. All that was left were two more elephants, of which one had transported the Kurosawa and her close servants and the other was currently being discharged of its goods. Once that'd be done, all that was left for them was getting their goods sorted and their tasks for the future divided.

"Does the Horikoshi family mean anything in the region here? Like, are all of your people associated with these shinobi?"




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Post by Nagisa on Fri Jul 12, 2019 12:56 am

"Oh, it's uh.. what is it called? Son of a bitch? Something like that. It's a insult so it's not much important." Honestly, he didn't want to admit that it was mostly a word he had heard from his father during their many clan meetings, both in native talk and in this villager tongue he has to speak now, but nonetheless he feels it was rather fitting. To hell with tall people, he was glad he had a fellow regular-sized person to speak to at the current moment. He would shrug off any further explanation when she went off to speak to someone for some reason, mostly thankful that he didn't have to explain much more and what he didn't know.

"Ah, so it's called a "Kurosawa Kamon." He began, already slightly confused by the following titles and names his acquaintance gave afterwards such as "Tanzaku Gai". If he remembered right Hi-no-Kuni was the Land of Rivers, so at least she fully confirmed she was the caravan he was supposed to help. That would help him feel somewhat better about the current ongoing situation, as this was the assignment his own father as a family head entrusted him with, so it was a positive thing he was doing the correct job. On top of that he started having ideas rush into his head as he continued his furniture lugging duties after examining the napkin. He was confused about the fact the name meant "black swamp". He understood the meaning behind it about the spirits and all, but it made him feel partly bad for her, being stuck with a name associated with a gross swamp.

At this point he would take off his backpack for the remainder of the work, feeling a tad lighter now that his equipment wasn't holding him down. As he stretched before getting back to work, he would realize just how much bigger the place got. Definitely these people weren't exactly as merchant-like as the other merchants, or at least these people liked things a bit more extravagant. Actually, the added effect of there being two more elephants with goods transported already shows him that the one in charge of this operation was definitely a fan of extravagance. Never had Nagisa seen these large grey beasts before today, where he would see one for the first time. It was almost surreal that they existed, reminding him of the large world outside that he has yet to see. In a slightly bitter feeling, he almost was jealous of this new friend of his, to be free to explore it.

He was taken off guard slightly by her asking about his family name, asking if he's associated with the shinobi and if it meant anything around here, which he can only assume she meant in the Land of Wind. He had to pause for a moment, staring blankly, barely blinking for a few minutes. He could see flames around him, flames so hot the ceremonial markings of his status among his people would melt into his skin messily, blending in with it, the material masking itself in the light. He flashed to a moment of feeling rough grains of sand upon his feet for the first time, and the sight it was to behold many others arriving to the village as well. However he shook himself out of the trance he was in, instead blinking back into mental existence. Embarrassed, he would offer Nariko a friendly smile, rubbing the back of his head before holding the futon with both hands again. "We aren't from around here, no. Really I think I'm the first one that actually became a full-fledged shinobi, but we do hold some small reputation among the marketplace. Our whole tri-family resides in the homes around here, so normally we tend to take care of this area especially."

He continued the process of moving things in, seeing them nearing the finishing steps of unloading. "It's the closest we can get to medicine, anyways. What about you? What's a "Tansaku Guy?" Is it some kind of family home?" He asked, curious about if there are other Tanzaku Gai's around as some sort of type of foreigner home or if it was something unique. Really, as long as it wasn't yet another sandy village he would be enthralled with hearing about it and any stories Nariko may have in regards to it. No matter what it was, it definitely had to beat "Oh, we live around a marketplace".

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