A noob, a bone, and a fox walk into a Ramen Shop

June 1st, 1170:

The cool breeze of the ocean air would caress the faces of the patrons who found themselves on a large boat in the middle of the ocean. This large white boat sailed over parts of the sea that many feared to venture. Along for the ride were multiple ninjas who had heard about the large variety of Ramen. An amazing delicacy that all ninja loved. Had it been with pork, or chicken it tasted like heaven. Heaven had been just what the young boy called Shinshuu needed. The past few years had been a rollercoaster of loss and loneliness. His younger cousin, who had been cursed with an illness, had asked Shinshuu to join him on this small cruise. Shinshuu had been given quite a few months off before his next team would be chosen so this had been a great opportunity to explore some unknown lands and seas. Accepting his offer they left and would make their way to the large boat docked near the edge of the land underneath the Sky Village.

It had been approximately three days since their departure and many of the patrons who were not planning to stay for the whole cruise were given passage off through the smaller boats that sat on the side of the boat. Shinshuu had promised his young cousin he would be in for the whole trip, which had been a whole weeks worth of his time. Shinshuu would walk upon the deck as he watched many of the patrons enjoying the ride. He would raise his arm to wipe away a bit of sweat that fell from his forehead. Suddenly the intercom would blare over the noise to the kids and adults having fun. "Attention Patrons! We are passing by the large island known as The Land of Volcano. The heat may rise so we ask that you come inside and enjoy a few days of Karaoke and our fully staffed Casino. Thank you!" The man would say as the brown-skinned boy would look toward the crowd that rushed to the casino entrance. "All spent out..." He would say as he continued to walk to a pool built inside of the boat.

Shinshuu had spent the past three days playing poker and what not and had lost all of the spending money he brought. He still had a bit left over for food, but that was not enough from feeling defeated by the scoundrels of the casino. As he felt the heat rising he would reach for the zipper of his red hoodie and pull down. His slender and yet slightly toned body would be revealed as his hoodie would open up as the zipper reached his white shorts. His silver hair would glimmer in the sun with the help of the sweat that was coming out of his body. The boy would stop near the pool and look toward one of the many small ramen shops spread throughout the ship. Sitting on one of the stools his feet would enter the water. It had been a Ramen bar in a pool. "One of your usuals please, extra pork... Thank you" Shinshuu would say as he laid his head on the bar after ordering.

Why oh why did she thought it was a good idea to get dragged along onto a damn boat?

Junji never really minded boat trips. In fact, whenever she could back in her original home village, she'd take a few boat trips around the area with her two older brothers. Since it was close to the borders, they didn't have to go far. Nowadays she prefer doing them alone to get some peace, but damn was it less fun to have alone time when one of her students decided to invite her. And this student, oh boy, he was a very persistent one. No matter how hard she smacked him upside the head, yelled at him, or even threatened him, he was a tough cookie to break. She'd applaud the boy for his efforts, but out of everyone he knew, everyone he could've talked to, Junji had to be the target of his endless annoyance.

The woman, to some's surprise that were very familiar with her sense of fashion, wore something a little casual. After all, it was a cruise and not all the same did she have to be so high on her feet to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. The only thing that remained the same was her hat, a cigarette locked in between her lips, and the common theme of black. For her attire, she wore a plain short sleeved t-shirt, baggy shorts from one of her brothers with white stripes going down on the left sleeve, and some flip flops. It wasn't the best outfit if she wanted to assert her authority, but it was the best to let loose.

Junji hung outside by the railings of the ship. As per usual, she took her smoke; something that always calmed her down even though she just started. At least she was alone and didn't have to hear the red haired boy's annoying voice. "Sensei!" this "Sensei!" that. It gets tiring after a while. Taking the cigarette in between her middle and index finger, she lightly tapped it to release some ashes into the sea while huffing out smoke. Just when she was about to take another huff and puff, an announcement was made that the boat is passing by the Land of Volcano; the country that held both her original home and her new home. She rarely gets out of her home asides from doing missions, so sometimes not facing the scorching temperatures is a rather foreign concept.

However, she'd rather keep herself cool. With a light shrug on the shoulders, the woman flicked her cigarette out in the ocean and turned around to get inside the ship. Junji already noticed a lot of people rushing into the casino. Nothing excites her more than winning people's money. While a rather ideal place to spend some time and gamble for wins, she preferred doing a more lax activity. What she wanted to do was yet to be decided... until her stomach began to growl.

Food. She needs food.

There were various ramen shops to choose from, but Junji decided to go random. She eventually found herself in a ramen bar with an indoor pool. The first thing that came into her head before she took her seat was Please don't let that imbecile be here. She sat herself next to a young boy who seemed to be athletic. Thankfully it wasn't one of her students. Junji had a bit of a smoky scent on her, but it wouldn't be too noticeable if someone, for whatever reason, decided to smell her.

Junji rested both arms on top of each other, huffing out a large but quiet sigh. She eventually picked up one arm to fix her hat before setting it back down. "Tonkotsu ramen... please." She'd call.

Shinshuu, having laid his head on the bar of the ramen shop, would begin to drift into sleep as he waited for his hot fresh bowl of ramen to be made. The thought of getting some food would wash away the losses of the casino as he sniffed the air in the shop he would get hints of pork until it would be overshadowed by a smokey smell. Around this time he would hear another person sit next to him. He had paid no mind to this as he was becoming more worried that his food was being burnt. He would jerk up as he looked around only to see the woman sitting next to him. Pausing for a second and staring at her with a confused face, his right eyebrow raised higher than the other, he would lean closer to the woman and take a bit of a whiff. "Oh, it's just you." He would say as he leaned back to a straight position. He had no idea who this woman was and had done quite a strange act within seconds of meeting her. "Idiot" a voice said seconds after his statement. A dark growling voice that lied deep inside of his psyche. The young boy would dart his eyes to the left and quickly say, "Shut up, I'm busy." The lady who had taken his order would walk up to the bar with a concerned look and place his bowl of ramen down. He would quickly face her and begin to rub the back of his head. "N-Not you.. or you! sorry, my head and my thoughts are just everywhere today. hehe" He said with a nervous laugh as he would look down at the bowl and begin to reach for his chopsticks.

Takashi stared mindlessly at the books in front of him, letting a board sigh in the process. Diagrams of featureless figures lined the pages, in varying stances, all wielding swords. Kenjutsu training was a painful and difficult ordeal, yet at least the practical side kept him on his feet, not drove him to the edge of insanity with boredom. To make matters worse, his mother had found the journey stash he had managed to sneak with him aboard, and until he could memorize the kata, his mother was not going to let him out of this cabin. To imagine he got all excited for this trip, a ship full of scantily clad women in beachwear, only to be locked in between four walls, forced to stare at dusty old books instead of voluptuous young flesh.

He had tried the door’s lock countless times, yet Takashi tried once more in vain. His mother would probably be out all day, enjoying whatever she saw fit, especially the onboard spa to purge herself from the burden of being a mother to him. He hadn’t seen his mother so excited to do something in…well, ever. If it wasn’t for her harsh lessons, he would hardly recognize her. She even looked…younger. He stopped his thoughts from wondering further, knowing full well where they could lead. He had been that path beforehand. As he sat musing in his misery, a burst of hot air came wafting through the unlatched window.

Peering outside onto the rolling blue waves, he could see a large craggy expanse peaking in between them. The gears in his head begun to slowly turn. It seemed his mother, in her haste to leave him locked up study had forgotten to seal the window such; That, or she was safe in the knowledge that he could barely chakra walk on a calm river, let alone choppy seas. That was true, yet he could climb up the sheerest of walls without even the simplest of jutsu. Climbing onto the table, kicking off the books in his haste; he stuck his head out of the window. It was a long way down, and the deck underneath seemed like it would break his bones quite easily. Thankfully to the left, there was a pipe that led directly down.

Quickly popping back in the cabin, he changed to something more comfortable. A Red shirt decorated with white flowers, a loose set of knee-length pants and flip flops. The perfect tropical look. Before he began his descent down, a tinge of fear. Not of the possibility that he could slip and be thrown in the watery depths below. A fate worse than that; that his mother would find out he had neglected his studies and spent his time gallivanting around sunbathing women.

Yet before the fear of her wrath had time to draw him back from his foolhardy plan, an extremely well-endowed young lady passed beneath his window, clearly heading for the sunbathing beds. Any reservation he had quickly evaporated, and he slid down the stiff pipe, landing with a small thud on the deck beneath.

Now, to find that busty lady once more.

WC: 525