- Name: Battle for the Bridge (Solo)
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Solo Clash
Details: Two shinobi have been caught up in a battle for a bridge. The bridge is key territory in controlling a region, and of course everyone wants to hold it. In this clash, two shinobi are fighting over control of the bridge, and who ever manages to knock out their enemy or fend them off, gains control of the bridge.
Requirements: The bridge is 60 meters in length, and 10 meters wide. The battle continues until one of the participants are knocked out or flees from the bridge.
Rarely did Letony leave the confines of Nikkousato, but a new mission would have him currently standing on a 60-meter bridge. His task was to gain control of the massive bridge, ensuring Nikkousato would retain it as part of their territory. It could not be allowed to slip into anyone else’s hands, and Letony was here for just that reason. Letony stood four meters from the entrance to the bridge, facing the opposite direction he came. That meant that there was 56 meters of bridge left ahead of him. He placed himself five meters from the bridge’s side railing, meaning he was roughly centered in relevance to the width of the bridge. Today Letony’s short silver hair draped across his head, glistening in the sunlight as though he applied a lucrative amount of hair lotion. His white hoodie rested against his shoulders, just as the black cloak which covered a bit of his attire. There was a red sash wrapped around his waist, and a belt below it to secure his black jogger like pants. Letony’s chest was covered in a white vest; the bright orange Konowari symbol the prevailing characteristic.
The flooring of the bridge seemed to have rather durable wood like hickory, and it all meshed together using metallic supports and railings. Surrounding the bridge there were palm trees and white sand; enough to form a small wooded area of vegetation on either side of the bridge. What the bridge traversed seemed to be a large crater of sand in the earth; rather than a river of water, one could call this a stationary river of sand. The drop didn’t seem fatal, but it would definitely be unpleasant. From the bridge the coast was easily visible, you could see the ocean out to the horizon. Today the weather was considerably fair; not too hot, not too cold. Though, it was partially cloudly but mostly sunny skies. The humidity is quite high due to the bridge’s proximity to the ocean.
As he stood there Letony contemplated who his adversary might be, if any. The missions he’d been carrying out lately were too boring, this fifteen-year old needed some excitement at some point. He wasn’t very optimistic at this moment and expressed it with a disgruntled scowl. His eyebrows were narrow; if someone didn’t show up, he would be pissed. As if he didn’t appear to be already. Even the weather couldn’t cheer this depressing bastard up.