Having felt the ship drop anchor, Shinji immediately had to think of a way to get off of the boat with Gilliam unnoticed. Shit, think, think, think. Using the noise of cargo being unloaded to mask his actions, he cracked open a large box and somehow contorted his body to fit inside along with Gilliam. The uncomfortable crustacean apparently had no idea what was going on and was clicking away and pinching at Shinji like crazy. Ouch Gilliam stop, this isn't a game right now. We can get in seriou-. Hi there hehe. He said with a nervous chuckle as his box was cracked open. A broad shouldered man with a unique mustache was peering in at the duo in disappointment. Look I know this is bad, but please don't tell. Shinji dug in his pockets and withdrew a couple of Ryo. Busting his ass doing all of those missions was really starting to pay off. The man shifted his eyes left . . . then right, then again. He shoved the Ryo in his pocket then closed the box. To Sunagakure with you, safe travels young one. And may the Kazekage be in a generous mood. Shinji's stomach dropped, he foolishly forgot, he would need permission from the Kazekage to become a ninja of the village.
About thirty sweat drenching minutes later, a knock was heard on the crate. A signal! Shinji and Gilliam then crept out and slyly checked their surroundings. Geez this village is completely different than home . . . I mean Kirigakure. He rolled out and hid his and Gilliam's presence behind the broad shouldered man, while some other cargo loaders were being asked what they were importing. Put this own, you too little blue. He handed them both bandanna's which Shinji tied on with ease, then he tied the other on Gilliam's pincer.
He then confidently lifted a box, attempting to blend in with the other cargo loaders until something caught his eye. A young female, Shinji assumed she was a Sunagakure kunoichi, but she looked so innocent. Back in Kiri most of the ninja had menacing looks about them, so seeing the way she looked, dressed, and even stood was foreign to him. Then foolishly he bumped into the broad shouldered man and something fumbled out of his pocket. Only him and the Suna shinobi would be able to see it, but it could easily be the end of him. It was his Kirigakure headband, face up for her and his eyes to see. He then made a pleading expression towards her, silently begging her not to tell.
About thirty sweat drenching minutes later, a knock was heard on the crate. A signal! Shinji and Gilliam then crept out and slyly checked their surroundings. Geez this village is completely different than home . . . I mean Kirigakure. He rolled out and hid his and Gilliam's presence behind the broad shouldered man, while some other cargo loaders were being asked what they were importing. Put this own, you too little blue. He handed them both bandanna's which Shinji tied on with ease, then he tied the other on Gilliam's pincer.
He then confidently lifted a box, attempting to blend in with the other cargo loaders until something caught his eye. A young female, Shinji assumed she was a Sunagakure kunoichi, but she looked so innocent. Back in Kiri most of the ninja had menacing looks about them, so seeing the way she looked, dressed, and even stood was foreign to him. Then foolishly he bumped into the broad shouldered man and something fumbled out of his pocket. Only him and the Suna shinobi would be able to see it, but it could easily be the end of him. It was his Kirigakure headband, face up for her and his eyes to see. He then made a pleading expression towards her, silently begging her not to tell.