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After the humilating lack of protocol less than optimal battle on the outskirts of Konohagakure, Hoshigaki and I kept a close eye on the gate of the village. More like I looked at the guard for a few moments and convinced him that should a small blond, overly energetic genin be leaving, it would be in his best interest to inform Sushigaki and I as we had our midday meal - an oddly fresh piece of meat for Sushigaki (I don't want to know) and some dango that I managed to swipe from the tea shop without paying for. One of the many perks of being an S-class criminal is that we get to eat and run
Sure enough, we soon heard news of our package leaving Konoha in the care of one Sannin. We were disinclined to believe that any of the Sannin were still in Konoha, but when we located the duo, we were treated to a loud proclamation of his accomplishments. His loud mouth would make me doubt his being even a Genin if it weren't for his telltale lack of style in hair, clothes or makeup. Hoshigaki seemed a bit wary of tackling this new enemy. What happened to 'splitting a few heads'? There's no need for worry, however. There's more than one way to cook frog legs...
(On a random sidenote, I keep feeling this urge to sneeze. It's lucky that I learned to supress these tingling sensations long ago, else I'd made for a poor ninja indeed. I wonder why the sudden resurgance in my desire to sneeze though...)
We followed the kid and Jiraiya-san to what will be their final resting place, Otafuku City. Jiraiya-san seemed to know his way around the more shady districts. Leaving my partner for a moment, I wasted no time in weaving a little bit of genjutsu around a suitable distraction. Every man has his weakness, and she, the unlucky thing, will be Jiraiya-san's.
Hoshigaki and I watched from a suitable distance as Jiraiya-san took the dangling dango. From the look on Hoshigaki's face, I worried that the dango would soon become calamari stips. A stern look was enough, though. We then allowed the package suitable time to meander up to his room before following him up. Being the polite houseguests that Akatsuki is, we knocked and waited.
Sure enough, we soon heard news of our package leaving Konoha in the care of one Sannin. We were disinclined to believe that any of the Sannin were still in Konoha, but when we located the duo, we were treated to a loud proclamation of his accomplishments. His loud mouth would make me doubt his being even a Genin if it weren't for his telltale lack of style in hair, clothes or makeup. Hoshigaki seemed a bit wary of tackling this new enemy. What happened to 'splitting a few heads'? There's no need for worry, however. There's more than one way to cook frog legs...
(On a random sidenote, I keep feeling this urge to sneeze. It's lucky that I learned to supress these tingling sensations long ago, else I'd made for a poor ninja indeed. I wonder why the sudden resurgance in my desire to sneeze though...)
We followed the kid and Jiraiya-san to what will be their final resting place, Otafuku City. Jiraiya-san seemed to know his way around the more shady districts. Leaving my partner for a moment, I wasted no time in weaving a little bit of genjutsu around a suitable distraction. Every man has his weakness, and she, the unlucky thing, will be Jiraiya-san's.
Hoshigaki and I watched from a suitable distance as Jiraiya-san took the dangling dango. From the look on Hoshigaki's face, I worried that the dango would soon become calamari stips. A stern look was enough, though. We then allowed the package suitable time to meander up to his room before following him up. Being the polite houseguests that Akatsuki is, we knocked and waited.