((OOC: To Wraith... Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted to introduce the jounin yourself or not. However, that's how good RPs are supposed to work, people have their own storyline going that ties in with the main plot... I was not planning on just going off on my own forever, but I didn't want to just jump into whatever you guys are doing...
Also, when is the story going to progress? It seems like everyone has been doing a whole lot of nothing...))
IC:
Vance stopped mid-step. He felt a presence nearby, but he couldn't place it. A deadly ninja, he was sure; the air had changed. There's just one... but why can't I locate him? A cold wind blew across his face, and Vance clutched his shortened katana tightly with his right hand, and tickled the shurikens on his pant leg with his left. Behind! He spun, to see a shadowed figure.
He hardly saw the fist coming, but as he skidded across the ground, kicking up dirt, he came to realize his opponent's strength. I couldn't react in time... Vance thought, pulling himself to his feet. "Who are you?" he asked his assailant.
His response was a knee in the stomach, leaving him struggling to keep the air in his lungs. His sword fell from his hand, clattering to the ground. He's too strong for me alone... What do I do? He opened his eyes, just realizing that he had shut them, only to see a foot approaching the side of his face. The blow sent him crashing into a nearby building. Dazed, he clutched his head. A sound of metal slcing the air caught his ears, and he looked up, immediately shutting them again when he realized that the kunai knife was about to pierce his skull.
But nothing came, and he slowly peered through his spreading eye lids. Another man stood there, holding the knife in his left hand and the limp, enemy ninja in his right. Vance's eyes widened as he studied the newcomer's face.
"Genin really shouldn't be fighting Chunin," the stranger told him, "especially one of this skill." The confiscated kunai knife twirled in his hands, then disappeared somewhere into his clothes.
"Who are you? Why did you help me?" Vance managed. Unable to conjure anymore words, he merely sat there, staring.
"Daskuro Minaske," he said matter-of-factly. "And I can't allow my pupils to go dying, before I teach them anything, now can I?"
