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Kirigakure (Hidden Mist)
By: Renegade Date: November 14, 2016, 8:25 pm
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Kirigakure (霧隠れの里, Kirigakure
no Sato, Literally meaning: Village Hidden by Mist) is the
hidden village of the Land of Water. As the village of one of
the Five Great Shinobi Countries, Kiri has a Kage as its leader
known as the Mizukage, of which there have been eight in its
history. Befitting its name, the village is surrounded by a
thick mist, with several mountains in the background, making it
difficult to find by foreigners. Kirigakure's architecture is
composed of several cylindrical buildings, with the Mizukage's
office being the widest and largest. Most of the buildings have
vegetation growing on their roofs.
In recent years, Kiri has been expanding into underwater
exploration. Jutsu have been produced that allow shinobi to
spend extended amounts of time underwater. The village has
constructed an underwater bunker for emergencies. There is talk
of expanding the entire village into an underwater annex.
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Re: Kirigakure (Hidden Mist)
By: Shox Date: November 18, 2016, 1:56 pm
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Between missions, her duties to the village and family
obligations, Hina had barely gotten to spend some intimate, and
private time with her lover; the past few days had been
especially tough on her, the bruises marring her
close-to-perfect porcelain skin from the last assignment having
not healed yet. So it was pleasant, at last, to finally sit in a
remote and quiet restaurant, surrounded by sakura trees with the
one man whose company she enjoyed beyond belief; it was simply
divine.
She didn’t know what it was about Mizu that had made her fall in
love, but she found that in the midst of all the chaos in both
of their lives, he was always by her side when she needed him
most. Perhaps, for a relationship to work, that’s all that
mattered. Regardless, and needless to say, he was the only man
she trusted wholeheartedly, but even that didn’t stop her from
questioning his whereabouts sometimes. Maybe, somewhere deep
down, beneath all the fear she had buried, she was still scared
that he too would turn out like her father, and leave. Maybe
not. She wasn’t a psychiatrist after all, and in the moment, she
wasn’t even a ninja, just a woman, on a date.
Her hair was parted in the middle, little gold flowers
decorating the dark locks along the front, framing her face
perfectly; simply put, one wouldn’t look at her and assume she
was a trained assassin - she didn’t look the part, in her white
dress, embroidered with gold patterns to complement the flowers
in her hair. Hina’s features were delicate, but despite this,
there was a dark and unnerving warmth that clouded her very
being, she had abandoned it, of course, the moment she had sat
down and begun speaking with her other half, but without
warning, it had returned halfway through the date.
Just as the waiter places their food down, she gets an inkling;
someone was watching them. She bows her head in acknowledgement
to the woman standing at her side, watching as she returns it
respectfully before catching Mizu’s gaze. She didn’t use words
to express what she wanted to say, rather, her red eyes as they
peered at his through a thick curtain of black lashes. It was a
messenger, just seconds away from interrupting their date.
She was angry.
The creases in her forehead make her temperament evident as she
squeezes the knife on the table, her knuckles turning a pale
yellow. Parting her delicate, rose-tinted lips, and beginning to
stand, she looks in the general direction of the messenger,
scowling at him, ready to throw a hurricane of complaints his
way.
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