Thread: The journey of a thousand miles (Razgriz x Shards~of~Roses)

A young man trudged through the thick undergrowth of the forest, grumbling as his outfit snagged on low-lying branches. The majority of it being black skin-tight cloth revealing a lean, toned body, armor plating covered the front of his thighs and shins. Something akin to a vest covered his upper body and torso and a hood and mask covered his head and mouth, leaving only his steel-gray eyes exposed. An iron gauntlet rested on his left forearm, a sheath on his back held a long, sharp blade of Oboro craftsmanship its blade was created specifically for him, enabling him to conduct chakra through to perform a variety of dangerous techniques. This was Oboro Moritsune, son of Oboro Akiko and Oboro Masahiro. His parents were the most skilled in the their little village, able to practically take a small bit of metal and make it dance next to no one outside of the village, however, would know of the Oboro clan or the Land of Steel from which he hailed. The only evidence of its existence with him was the headband on his forehead, the symbol of a hammer and anvil gracing the shiny metallic surface. A fitting logo, since those in the small, unrecognized nation were metalsmiths. Those who could become Ninja utilized a very unique chakra, the Metal Chakra. Combining the Fire and Earth chakras, this gave those in the Land of Steel unprecendented excellence in metal-working. And while Moritsune was skilled in metal-working and the Metal Ninjutsu of his people, compared to the others, he was horrifically insufficient. And so, the Elder of the village- having survived an assassination attempt by one of his own - had him cast out, only to return when he became strong enough to truly call himself a ninja and to bring the head of that which tried to end him. And so he traveled, training day in and day out to become stronger though he longed to return to the village, he wanted to prove once and for all that he, Oboro Moritsune, was strong to become a true ninja. Nrgh.....God damn it. Stupid branches! he finally growled, his sword drawn in a flash and hacking his way through the branches until he reached a trail. Its length was embroidered with script this was a Jutsu that enabled his chakra to flow through it, among other things. Finally, hopefully this leads somewhere he grumbled, the sword being shoved back into the sheath on his back. As he walked down the path, he felt like someone was watching him, causing him to pause. Moritsune's eyes scannned back and forth eventually he closed his eyes and raised two fingers to his brow, uttering Metal Pulse Jutsu. This was a technique used by the Oboros to locate high concentrations of raw ore, but could be used to locate refined metal as well. A spherical wave of invisible chakra was emitted it traveled through the forest, wrapping itself around trees and other objects. Eventually, he got something at his five o' clock he thought to himself as his eyes opened rapidly Kunai! before his sword drawn in a flash to repel three kunai aimed right at him. The three blades were knocked away and sunk into a tree trunk not far from him. Who's there? Show yourself! Moritsune yelled out, his eyes darting as he tried to discern where the next attack might come from. A faint whistling was heard more Kunai was hurled at him he managed to block most of them, but a few got through and sunk into his right arm and left leg. He grunted in pain, but tried to shake it off. However, a large man holding a club of some kind appeared in front of him and before he could do anything, the weapon connected with his body and sent him hurtling backwards. Moritsune bounced a few times before landing on his stomach he tried to get up but felt a blade cut across his back and pierce his shoulder. GAHH! he cried out, but he found his body couldn't move. He could feel the blood soaking into his clothes as it leaked out of him, creating a small pool of red. As his consciousness started to fade, he could barely her one of his attackers say in a deep voice, This is the one Boss wants, right? Should we just end him here? Another voice said, Nah, he's finished he'll bleed out long before anyone gets here. He felt hands all over his body, before they removed several pouches and his weapons. Yeesh, nothing good besides the sword, gauntlet and kunai. Just food pills and these little metal blocks. Let's leave these useless pieces of junk and just go. Before long, the voices and footsteps faded away, leaving Moritsune without his sword and for dead on the trail, the gentle blowing of the breeze and rustling of leaves fading from his awareness.