Walking Tall [Open]

[TAIZisHERE~]

Two large geta clicked against the ground as two giant legs moved, dragging himself further away from his home with each stride. Scuffing the street as he stepped the giant dragged his body along the baron road. Buru was headed toward one of his favorite spots~ away from any sign of people, among the nature in beautiful land of Mizu no Kuni. It was only there where he felt comfortable, at peace, not having to worry about being made fun of or looked at weird because of his unnatural size.

"Al-- almost" he yelped, hoping no one would hear him.

Keeping his face down to avoid attention, that sort of thing seemed to flock to Buru no matter what. While any normal person could hide among a crowd of people, burying their face toward the ground as they tuned out everything around them, his stature didn't give him that safe haven. Buru was still more then able to catch those glances, the ohs and ahs that had plagued him since he was a young boy, no older then five at that.

Buru couldn't help but let out a sigh. Why couldn't he just be normal like everyone else? It wouldn't be long before someone took notice of him, it just wasn't in the deck of cards, right?

[Shūinii]

"Kirigakure..."

It had been years since he last set foot within Kirigakure, other than a contract binding him to his duty. His main rendezvous with the latest of crime lords to hire him was within the slums of Okamai Gai, not the streets of Kirigakure.

So why dirty his leather boots in such a wet and muddy place? It was the crowds that had drawn him back to his home. So many people, and each one had a face to study, rather than any other village where each old man was really just an old man. Each busty woman was another busty woman, and the children all had the attention span of a drugged fly.

Still though, he had to admit, even in the blandest of places, one could still find a hint of flavor. That flavor was always blood for him. Even here in Kirigakure the smell of blood could not hide from him. Three blocks to the west was the local butcher, wielding what felt to Shū like a meat cleaver, etched with three long ridges in the handle for support, and a large hole at the end to help mash the meat. His nose had found the location, but his mouth found the true source.

A wild boar, caught exactly two days, three hours, fifty two minutes, and six seconds ago, give or take a few seconds. The beast had been skinned only one moon earlier, being ordered by nobility for a feast. How did he know this? The rich pungent taste of blood being thrown in a speedy fashion hinted the rush the butcher was in, urging him to get his meat to someone important. The tingle in his stub of a finger hinted to the blood lust that fueled his black heart, pointing to someone that would require being killed soon enough. Jashin had mysterious ways of working, one of his most recent ways was the code etched into Shū's mind. Blood revealed all.

Besides blood and crowds, Shū's feet dragged him on to an unknown location, pressing him up against a wall which he climbed with ease, slipping his fingers over small window ledges and the tiles of rooftops. He was following his senses blindly, allowing a mysterious force to carve his way. Nothing was more mysterious than Jashin.

"My savior, who dwells in darkness, hollow be your heart."

Another leap.

"Thy name be known, your glory shown, to fools who turn against you."

A second leap, followed by a roll.

"Grant me your power--"

His climb to the heavens was halted as he landed on a support beam to a rather old church. He was high enough to avoid the eyes of the crowd, but low enough to witness them himself. One person caught his eye, a tower of a man.

"What have we here...?"

Squatting like a bird of prey on the wooden support beam, his arms crossed over his knees, and his eyes trailing the man seeking refuge in the shadows of plain sight, Shū found what he was being lead to.

Jashin works in mysterious ways indeed.