Break From the Workshop[Invite Only]

As the young adorable little Don pressed against his workshop door, he involuntarily winced at the beating sun. His workshop had lightning, but only a couple of windows and even then Don paid no mind to the faint beams. He primarily used them to tell the time of day, the only light he needed was a tiny desk lamp which bent to his will and refrained from harming his eyes. The natural rays of illumination however showed no mercy and the only thing protecting him was his layer of clothing. It was an orange and maroon baseball jersey that covered up a black tight under armor. His pants were simple black cargo shorts.

He then stretched and yawned, twisting his tiny youthful frame,, but careful not to contort his torso too much. For today his younger brother, Tamakaze, was clinging onto his back. The puppet was dressed in a black cloak, with solid white stripe down the center. Its green hair was artificial, but yet it looked and even felt so real. The puppets hair even had its own scent. From the back it may even be mistaken for a human and that made it all worth it. It had taken Don days to come across such a quality mane. And with Tamekaze being like a little brother to him, why wouldn't he take the time to find the best possible look for him.

Patting at his pockets, he heard a few coins jingle and a blunt object nudge his leg. Pocket change from his last customer and his other puppet currently residing within a scroll, Orochi. He never left his home without his creations, like a mother, he was always guarding and keeping his babies close to him.

What to eat, what to eat? As he was standing, still right outside of his workshop, he overheard to civilians squabbling about restaurants. He couldn't help but feed his ears and mind and gobble up the information. Steaming Clam? Don had never eaten there before, or even heard of the place. He didn't get out much, so he wasn't surprised, but he was usually aware of new franchises springing up. He wondered how long he had been working on his new piece. He knew he was focused, but still to be that sucked into one puppet. He yawned one last time, before tapping his rubber cleats against the dusty road. Hmm how to get in the crowd? He was still roadside and was trying to phase into the stream of bustling citizens, but his small physique wouldn't allow. Standing at 4`11 was never that beneficial in these scenarios and even if he did manage to enter the ever flowing beast, he would have difficulties exiting. Another breath of air let his lips, this time a weary sigh.

What to do, what to do? He whispered to himself, as soft and quiet as butterfly kisses. He could wait for the congested streets to die down, but being as spoiled as he was, he wanted his meal now. Now slightly annoyed with the scene, though having been outside for only roughly two minutes, Don angrily mushed his hands onto his fore head. Shielding his eyes from the sun, who was pestering him with no breaks. His adorable childish face balled up, Don was really fed up with the recent turn of events.

Ki darted through the quint little village of his. It was hustling and bustling, the streets moved forward and backwards with the movement of people. He keep his pace up and moved forward at a faster and faster rate and traveled quickly along the place. There was a store of sorts Ki wished to visit. He moved forward darting from street to street trying to find the place and finally after a while of searching he found the insect he wished to speak with. Jumping down Ki meet the young boy.

Ki noticed what he was wearing as he was now in front of the young boy. He was wearing his black robes with his sword at his side. Hopefully the boy wouldn't jump out at him. Assuming the boy wouldn't freak out at the now 6'3 man infront of him carrying a sword. He would say "Hello young genin, nice to meet you!" in a cheery voice. Ki head band stood on his own head, this would hopefully detere any aggression.

#SWAG #SHORTPOST

Having his thought process struck into pieces by this hulking meathead now in front of him, Don was a little bit more irritated. Tall as hell, cloaked up, scruffy facial hair, blonde, tall as hell, some piece of crap sword made of steel, and an artificial cheerful voice. The only use the man had right now was shielding Don from the ever so persistent rays of sun, so Don put on a mask of his own.

Hello Sir! Nice to meet you! I'm Don Roku the Genin, Queso or Q also suffice! Can I ask your name? His smile shined brighter than the sun that was hidden from his features, as if replacing the blazing orb itself with adorable little dimples and all. Not a hint of falseness crept into his words and he knew it, making his smile grow even wider. Don's young boyish face would be as sweet and innocent as ever assisting him during this interaction, trying to set a good first impression right off the bat. He then shifted his focus to Ki's plain old sword, made of some boring as hell steel. Don could easily sling together a piece of work like that, considering his puppets and even the one staring into the tall man's eyes, was filled with three.

A childish and pure look of amazement washed over his expression, as he put on a mask of awe. Looks like some nice quality steel, forged by yourself? He looked back up at the hulking giant, with curiosity on his face. Just like he created and manipulated his puppets, he forged expressions in attempts to make people feel ways he wanted. A sinister and evil trait, but it could always be used for the greater good.

His expression then again jumped, but this time into despair, as his large eyes shifted in the direction of the flowing crowd. I was going to get a bite to eat, but this crowd won't let tiny `ol me in, but I bet a big strong fella like to could help me right?! His tone went from disappointed to excited with a hint of praise. Don obviously was very small, so along with the space consumer blotting out the sun's pestering beacon, the said man could maybe help Don get the this restaurant.

The thought of the food made the inside of his cheek moisten. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew it would be delicious. Don was open to almost anything and has even forced himself to like multiple foods. He likes the aspect of being mature, so if he sees adults like it, he would try it. Coffee was one of those things, probably why the young child was as sort as he was. But his height didn't really matter to him, as long as he had his deadly wooden little brother on his back. Tamekaze was all Don needed to fell tall and like he could protect something. But sadly when it came to combat, Tamekaze was the one used to save the child from tight spots.

The boy seemed to putting on a fake act of complementing his sword and then trying to ask him for help. Ki could careless for a shinobi who couldn't cross the street...I mean the kid looked at least 10. This peveed Ki a bit and he wondered why he simply didn't just go to get some food. Its not like the ground was a unbreakable jutsu. Ki dozed off in his thoughts for a moment before noticing the kid still waiting for Ki to responded. Ki chuckled a bit, "Can't even cross the street, what kind of sorry excuse are you for a shinobi." he snorted to the young boy.

Ki then decide with them only a few feet apart, he'd launch the young boy across the street. Ki would also be warey of the creepy puppet and react to it if it tried any moves to interrupt the wonderful toss or if they both did something he'd use a hand each to deal with them. Ki would use his lightning fast speed at max thrust to latch onto the boy. His hand would jolt out and grab the boys shoulders and launch him across the street. Hopefully safely launch him over the crowds of people onto the other side. The boy would have practically no time at all to react, Ki would have snapped from talking down to flinging in a milisecond. Ki now wondered where the boy would land, hopefully he'd land on his ass. Not get hurt...doing a overhead toss wasn't the most accurate.

What's this? The senile fellow got lost in a train of thought? Don mentally shook his head at the fellow and shifted Tamekaze's position on his back to a more comfortable setting. The puppet, still gazing lifelessly into the giant mans eyes, was hanging loosely but tightly to Don. Having his chakra strings almost always present to make his little brother seem more life like, they were allowing the puppet to hug against his back with unconscious effort.

"Can't even cross the street, what kind of sorry excuse are you for a shinobi."

Queso found it baffling his mask was easily shattered, this man must have been a ninja, a high ranking one at that. Interesting enough Don was actually happy to know this wasn't fool enough to let such a guise fool him. Don was glad the absent minded man had returned to the setting, but was startled when his body began it's aggressive lunge. Being a puppet master, Don had knowledge of the bodies movements, but not only humanoid creatures, animals alike. He needed to make his creations seem as real as possible, so each joint, each limb, each axle, each bolt, had to be placed appropriately to simulate the bodies movements. Yes the stranger was swift, but Don's young age wasn't to be underestimated. He couldn't fully read the body movement's, which would make a typical Genin freeze in fear and awe, but he caught, devoured, and read, the action that commenced the charge.

No need for words, for it seemed the man had tossed those aside, just like he had tossed Don. But Don wasn't a puppet master for no reason. No, those countless hours spent in his poorly lit workshop wrenching at pieces, gathering funds to buy weapons and armaments weren't for play. They were out of love for a craft, a craft that Queso had truly mastered and would be demonstrated in this instant.

Don, who would now be in the air with Tamekaze still around his back held by newly formed chakra strings, would lightly snicker at the thought of the stranger putting his hands on a seemingly weak ten year old. Not wanting to be surprised with any further attacks, Don produced a single scroll. One firm flick of his wrist, that had dug into his jacket and revealed the scroll, made the sheet of ink marked paper unravel revealing a seal. Then one minor surge of chakra only worth mentioning for the beast it would bring forth, whilst in the air, would emit a plume of smoke from the scroll whose end was fluttering in the sky. This would be done with utmost haste, seeing his adversary wasn't playing around, just in under two mere seconds.

"Crazy needs to gauge his strength, I way basically nothing and here I am flying with the birds." Don thought to himself even more irritated. It seemed the man liked flinging small children through the air, with no consideration for where they landed or how hard he tossed them.

Don still having his little brother subconsciously clinging to his back, was now standing on his newest puppet, Orochi V2. A seven foot two armed dragon, which now being held by Don's master puppet strings, was floating in the sky letting it's master ride him as he pleased. Don was about 10m high on this beast above a building, across the street from the strange man.
The street being 8m wide, gave Don good positioning and space away from the creep.

The crowd of people looked in awe at this marvelous feat, performed by the Genin. Don shot not one glance to them though however, he was aware of the eyes on him, but he was more focused on the next action the man would commit. The summoning of his puppet, though filled with vivid actions, would only take a second or two, meaning Don would be more than ready for the next ploy set against him, if any.

With his titanium coated dragon and himself roughly 15 meters away from the touchy man, with his sibling on his back, he would shout. "I don't want any funny business, I just wanted to eat. Why you gotta pick on me mister?" He was rightfully playing the role of the victim, with excellent execution, almost as if he were about to shed a tear and he knew it. The crowds eyes would the beam at the man who was now know as the bully. Heads would be shook, fist would be balled, and even some brave souls would approach the demon. Queso would chuckle internally, but would not break his act, because right now the situation was looking good for him. Allowing his brother, Tamekaze, to see the events unfold, his would be slightly shifted allowing his eyes to again peer into the mans.

The young boy sky rocketed over his head and land on the opposite side of him. The boys feet skid across the ground and then halted at the end with the large puppet in toy. Ki now turned towards the boy and looked forward at him. He thought for a moment 'the kid an't half bad, I'm impressed.'. He yawned and said allowed, "I'm not here to fight...just helping a young man like yourself cross the street." he said.

Ki then prompted to start to walk away from the young genin, "You'll have a lot to learn in the future, wait till you meet your sensei. He is a lot of fun." Ki keep his stroll towards the restaurant shop, the crowd parted for him, after his show of excellence.

Don was expecting an attack, but it seemed the man was done with him. Slightly relieved, but still annoyed with the man for making him reveal his puppets, Don hopped off of Orochi V2 onto the rooftop. Peering at the masses of people examining his puppets, he contorted his face at the man.

"I'm not here to fight...just helping a young man like yourself cross the street."

"Helping me cross the street my ass" Don internally snarled. "Thanks I guess." He verbally stated, before walking along the rooftops, with his puppets trailing him. Tamekaze hopping of his back now walking and Orochi V2 floating, as if it were a mystical beast of some sort. Now headed to go feed his famished body.

[Exit]

Ki keeped walking forward and headed out of the area.


Exit

(Short but #YoLO)