by Tatsuya Mon Dec 07, 2020 5:40 pm
Hagoromo has been getting a lot of public attention in the most recent events, or so Rin has gathered. With the war against Kumogakure going at full tilt, Rin knew it was only a matter of time before he must become directly involved with the war itself. One way or another, Rin knew that a war was inevitable, and yet even so he must find some way to turn the tides. The kind of tides that Rin could bring Kumogakure into the fold and increase everyone's chance for survival in the process. Unfortunately that was easier said than done.
In this case, Rin found himself as Konoha's chosen fighter and perhaps consequently be judged by Hagoromo himself. Granted he doesn't like to be judged by some dead sage, but Rin was in no position to complain as in the end his only goal was to prevent Kumogakure from obtaining another source of power. The arena thundered with, surprisingly, numerous of boo's coming from the spectators. Whether they were priests, shamans, or even faithful shinobi from other nations. One thing was clear, hardly anyone watching the fight was pleased to see Rin still breathing let alone being chosen to fight for a nation.
Rin was garbed in a white shirt with short sleeves, and over the shirt is a steel mail shirt. Protecting his waist and hips is a steel faulds. Covering his forearms up to the back of his hands was a pair of steel arm guards. Around his waist is a leather belt that has a sheathed chokuto on his right side. A hip pouch located on his right flank contains his tools. Attached to his left side is a folded fuuma shuriken. Covering his legs is a pair of dark blue baggy pants with a steel cuisse that protects from his thighs to just above the knee. Lastly, his feet are protected by a pair of normal brown sandals.
His blood red eyes shift to the one person Rin honestly didn't expect to encounter in this place. Yui Kotoshura in the flesh who is both his beloved and best friend. Rin found no joy in this match, and frankly he actually liked to fight. But not against Yui. Even so people were cheering on Yui more than him and frankly they had every right to do so. Unfortunately, this is what war does as there was no good guy or bad guy. Just people fighting for their beliefs and what they think is right.
Frankly, Rin knew from past experience of how Yui tended to fight. Though his hand rested on his chokuto, Rin's judgment kept the jade sword sheathed as his hand dropped to his side. Getting close was dangerous as Rin knew that much, and from his experience with her clay dragon that range wasn't a problem either. Sad part of it all was that Rin was doing this not for himself, but ensure their victory in not the war. But against the Sages. Right now Rin was faced with the decision to go up against his beloved, or to retreat and lose the faith he's been trying to piece back together for the final assault.
"Fate has a twisted sense of humor, but unfortunately I cannot lose here Yui." Rin spoke up to her as he started to approach her direction.