The eighteen year old Uzumaki strode confidently into the armory, eyes roving over the various weapons of war adorning the walls. It was time for Takano to restock his supplies after running through a majority of them in training, many having been lost to the ravages of perfecting the art of storage seals. Taking a small backapack from his shoulders, the Genin walked up to the projectile station, and began neatly stacking shuriken, kunai and caltrops in various pockets with a practiced ease. Takano may not be much of a projectile user, but as war had taught him there was nothing like a good sharp kunai when you were in a pinch and low on chakra.
With all of his supplies neatly stacked, Takano zippered up his bag and swiped a fresh forehead protector from the pile, belting it around his neck as was his custom. Now, it was time to get back to work.
[Exit]
Claiming 15 kunai, 50 caltrops and 30 shuriken, as well as a titanium forehead protector
With all of his supplies neatly stacked, Takano zippered up his bag and swiped a fresh forehead protector from the pile, belting it around his neck as was his custom. Now, it was time to get back to work.
[Exit]
Claiming 15 kunai, 50 caltrops and 30 shuriken, as well as a titanium forehead protector
