The entire city reeks with the smell of blood; a smell I'm quite familiar with, though I don't like it. It smells worse than the beer did. Not to mention that the members of the Inuzuka family have an especially acute sense of smell. It is tolerable, though... years of battle will desensitize you to the stench of blood, and worse ( Read more... )

So that's how those curses work.

Well, it wasn't so bad (for me, anyway). The best thing is that I still have rum left over, and I have no idea where it came from. Or the parrot, for that matter, but I let him go in the forest. Hopefully he won't get eaten.

Kurama-san, how are you feeling?

Avast!

All right crew, time to hoist the anchor and unfurl the sails! Show me that horizon! Arr!

{OOC: Because pirates are the antithesis of ninjas, obviously.}

The last few days of travel have all been spent sleeping on the ground, or in tree branches when they were thick enough. Rations have consisted of dried meat and energy bars since I ran out of what fruits and vegetables I'd packed. I don't really like the smell of this city, but it would be nice to rest at an inn and eat fresh food before ( Read more... )