Coins have always been bad for the health of the ninja. One coin is bad and the more the numbers increase the greater the risk.
One coin and a shinobi will glare at you, this harms the ninja's image. Twenty coins and the ninja will escort you, this puts the ninja in danger of those who want to kill you and also, who knows what you might say that will hurt the ninja's feelings. Its is possible that anything over fifty coins will grant you the head of someone menacing. This will harm the shinobi for obvious mental and probably physical reasons.
However there are hidden damages that are caused by coins, that only other ninja can see.
For instance, one coin will buy an Uchiha one drink, Twenty coins will buy him twenty drinks and it is possible that anything over fifty coins, if used for the same reason, could kill him.
"Fifty-nine sake jars pulled off the wall, fifty-nine sake jars gone, a coin I will pay, send it Bartenders way! Fifty-FOuR sake jars now on the wall" (try saying THAT 5 times fast) Sasuke carried the tune, though it sounded rather slipshod considering he hit notes that the bartender didn't even know existed. But the bartender didn't care, coins may be bad for ninja but to a bartender, they are more heavenly then angles.
It was late in the evening, barely twilight when Sasuke had first entered Konoha's cheapest bar , now the sun was finished hiding and began peeking over the statue of the 'long since past' Hokages, washing the stone in a golden morning gleam. The bartender noticed that the same gleam was in Sasuke's once black eyes, he was wasted.
"Ohhh bartender, one more po-lease" it sent chills up his spine, it was surprising that the fifty-third drink hadn't knocked out the shinobi. He wasn't legally supposed to be feeding the boy the poison that killed so many, or made many act of fools, but the bartender couldn't help but feel the need to wash away the pathetic boys troubles when he came into his bar earlier. Nor could he refuse the sack that the ninja had chucked on the ground next to him.
flash back music and the weird "SURIA" chanting men
The door startled the bartender when it slammed into the rusty hinges but he was quick to recover when he saw the rather angelic looking boy with silky black hair and onyx black eyes plop down at the bar stool in front of him. He looked troubles, a great money opportunity. "What can I get for you kid? Pop?" he asked in that familiar psychiatrist way we all know bartenders use when they want you to spill you heart out. His eyes strayed down to the bag that made a metal "clunk" when it hit the floor. The boys reply then saddened him. "I'll just have a glass of water" Sasuke said strangely fast, of course the famous assassin shinobi wouldn't ask for a drink, he was just eighteen.
The tender filled the order and went back to wiping out a shot glass. The room was deathly silent, an atmosphere bartenders hated and were known to lift. "Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke right?" he asked though he knew the reply, anything to get his 'pick you up and make you feel better after you pay me money' conversation. "I used to think so" Sasuke replied, which surprised the bartender, the boy was know for being cold and a sentence with a hint of wanting a conversation wasn't the boy's style. "What troubling you kid?" was the bartenders next question. He wasn't expecting this.
"The people in this town make me sick" Ok maybe he was expecting it, Sasuke was also known for having a low opinion of Konoha, something about 'seeing the real ways people treated his friends', was the gossip. The boy continued " I am going to be blunt, I needed money to pay for my house since I'm an adult now", the bartender was all knowing of financial issues since most people spent there last coins on sake to forget about them, an action which made little sense.
Since the boy was portrayed as being the 'number one rookie and possible next Hokage' the bartender was curious to know how the god handled the situation so he pressed, "what evil task did you commit to get all that money?" he asked. He noticed that the boy cringed and thought he had been caught eyeing the money. He then found out it was 'evil' that struck the boy's insides, even though the bartender had said it teasingly.
Sasuke slouched down into the stool making him look rather sickly and sad like a child with the flu who is looking up at his or her mother, tugging on her robes for want of loving. "Old man" the bartender was insulted but decided not to react since the boy was obviously disturbed, "I just killed a mother with a small son, she was pregnant too". The bartender choked on the vodka he was drinking and almost spit it out but he noticed the pain in Sasuke's eyes. "The boy was young and he looked at me with eyes of shock, eye of hate, that I know too well" Sasuke mumbled. The bartender had heard tales of the slaughter of the Uchiha clan and Sasuke's mother, he knew Sasuke was comparing the little boy to himself since he had seen his mother killed.
The bartender waited a bit and when the silence continued he questioned, "Who requested such an act?", he tried to leave out any detailed words that would hurt the boy's feelings. "A man I am not permitted to name" Sasuke half acknowledged, it seemed he was staring out the window with inner disgust. The bartender didn't press the matter and knew he wouldn't get a name he could give to the village justice department. He looked over and gave up when he saw the stress in Sasuke's face and knew that this was just one of the times that showed that making a living with the job of a ninja was cruel punishment. The bartender had now given up on uplifting the boy and did the only other thing he knew and warmly asked, "Buy a drink?"
end flash back music and the weird "SURIA" chanting men
Some where in another section of Konoha a blonde, 'dead last' boy was walking at a slow pace clearly admitting angry steamed energy. "why does Kakashi send me to give the bastard a stupid letter!?" he more complained then asked out loud to himself. He acted dumb but Naruto knew there was a check enclosed and Kakashi sensei would ask no one else but someone from team seven who could be trusted to deliver it and Sakura, the only other member besides Naruto and the bastard, was visiting Ino.
He then started listing all of the things wrong with the situation. "I could be stalked and chased down and beaten or even rapped or killed" he hissed though he knew it was almost impossible with his shinobi skills. "What does that bastard need this check for anyways?!" he found something else to complain about, even though his eyes were innocent blue they were visibly on fire. " I could always just cash it and spend it on my love, ramen" he plotted half joking. Naruto knew he would deliver the letter concealing a check to Sasuke as ordered, though he wasn't going to without complaining. Now it was just up to finding him.
Naruto then heard a very loud obnoxious sound that made him cringe and cover his ears. He now had something else to be mad at: the worst singing he had ever heard. The smell of the rice whine burnt holes in his nostrils and he decided to approach the jerk who was terrorizing the neighborhood that Naruto had just intercepted. He jerked one foot upward but placed it down remarkably silent in front of the 'cheapest sake bar in Konoha's front door.
I hate it when people don't finish their stories so I am going to finish this one, Reviews would be nice though. They are encouragement. THANK YOU! ,
One coin and a shinobi will glare at you, this harms the ninja's image. Twenty coins and the ninja will escort you, this puts the ninja in danger of those who want to kill you and also, who knows what you might say that will hurt the ninja's feelings. Its is possible that anything over fifty coins will grant you the head of someone menacing. This will harm the shinobi for obvious mental and probably physical reasons.
However there are hidden damages that are caused by coins, that only other ninja can see.
For instance, one coin will buy an Uchiha one drink, Twenty coins will buy him twenty drinks and it is possible that anything over fifty coins, if used for the same reason, could kill him.
"Fifty-nine sake jars pulled off the wall, fifty-nine sake jars gone, a coin I will pay, send it Bartenders way! Fifty-FOuR sake jars now on the wall" (try saying THAT 5 times fast) Sasuke carried the tune, though it sounded rather slipshod considering he hit notes that the bartender didn't even know existed. But the bartender didn't care, coins may be bad for ninja but to a bartender, they are more heavenly then angles.
It was late in the evening, barely twilight when Sasuke had first entered Konoha's cheapest bar , now the sun was finished hiding and began peeking over the statue of the 'long since past' Hokages, washing the stone in a golden morning gleam. The bartender noticed that the same gleam was in Sasuke's once black eyes, he was wasted.
"Ohhh bartender, one more po-lease" it sent chills up his spine, it was surprising that the fifty-third drink hadn't knocked out the shinobi. He wasn't legally supposed to be feeding the boy the poison that killed so many, or made many act of fools, but the bartender couldn't help but feel the need to wash away the pathetic boys troubles when he came into his bar earlier. Nor could he refuse the sack that the ninja had chucked on the ground next to him.
flash back music and the weird "SURIA" chanting men
The door startled the bartender when it slammed into the rusty hinges but he was quick to recover when he saw the rather angelic looking boy with silky black hair and onyx black eyes plop down at the bar stool in front of him. He looked troubles, a great money opportunity. "What can I get for you kid? Pop?" he asked in that familiar psychiatrist way we all know bartenders use when they want you to spill you heart out. His eyes strayed down to the bag that made a metal "clunk" when it hit the floor. The boys reply then saddened him. "I'll just have a glass of water" Sasuke said strangely fast, of course the famous assassin shinobi wouldn't ask for a drink, he was just eighteen.
The tender filled the order and went back to wiping out a shot glass. The room was deathly silent, an atmosphere bartenders hated and were known to lift. "Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke right?" he asked though he knew the reply, anything to get his 'pick you up and make you feel better after you pay me money' conversation. "I used to think so" Sasuke replied, which surprised the bartender, the boy was know for being cold and a sentence with a hint of wanting a conversation wasn't the boy's style. "What troubling you kid?" was the bartenders next question. He wasn't expecting this.
"The people in this town make me sick" Ok maybe he was expecting it, Sasuke was also known for having a low opinion of Konoha, something about 'seeing the real ways people treated his friends', was the gossip. The boy continued " I am going to be blunt, I needed money to pay for my house since I'm an adult now", the bartender was all knowing of financial issues since most people spent there last coins on sake to forget about them, an action which made little sense.
Since the boy was portrayed as being the 'number one rookie and possible next Hokage' the bartender was curious to know how the god handled the situation so he pressed, "what evil task did you commit to get all that money?" he asked. He noticed that the boy cringed and thought he had been caught eyeing the money. He then found out it was 'evil' that struck the boy's insides, even though the bartender had said it teasingly.
Sasuke slouched down into the stool making him look rather sickly and sad like a child with the flu who is looking up at his or her mother, tugging on her robes for want of loving. "Old man" the bartender was insulted but decided not to react since the boy was obviously disturbed, "I just killed a mother with a small son, she was pregnant too". The bartender choked on the vodka he was drinking and almost spit it out but he noticed the pain in Sasuke's eyes. "The boy was young and he looked at me with eyes of shock, eye of hate, that I know too well" Sasuke mumbled. The bartender had heard tales of the slaughter of the Uchiha clan and Sasuke's mother, he knew Sasuke was comparing the little boy to himself since he had seen his mother killed.
The bartender waited a bit and when the silence continued he questioned, "Who requested such an act?", he tried to leave out any detailed words that would hurt the boy's feelings. "A man I am not permitted to name" Sasuke half acknowledged, it seemed he was staring out the window with inner disgust. The bartender didn't press the matter and knew he wouldn't get a name he could give to the village justice department. He looked over and gave up when he saw the stress in Sasuke's face and knew that this was just one of the times that showed that making a living with the job of a ninja was cruel punishment. The bartender had now given up on uplifting the boy and did the only other thing he knew and warmly asked, "Buy a drink?"
end flash back music and the weird "SURIA" chanting men
Some where in another section of Konoha a blonde, 'dead last' boy was walking at a slow pace clearly admitting angry steamed energy. "why does Kakashi send me to give the bastard a stupid letter!?" he more complained then asked out loud to himself. He acted dumb but Naruto knew there was a check enclosed and Kakashi sensei would ask no one else but someone from team seven who could be trusted to deliver it and Sakura, the only other member besides Naruto and the bastard, was visiting Ino.
He then started listing all of the things wrong with the situation. "I could be stalked and chased down and beaten or even rapped or killed" he hissed though he knew it was almost impossible with his shinobi skills. "What does that bastard need this check for anyways?!" he found something else to complain about, even though his eyes were innocent blue they were visibly on fire. " I could always just cash it and spend it on my love, ramen" he plotted half joking. Naruto knew he would deliver the letter concealing a check to Sasuke as ordered, though he wasn't going to without complaining. Now it was just up to finding him.
Naruto then heard a very loud obnoxious sound that made him cringe and cover his ears. He now had something else to be mad at: the worst singing he had ever heard. The smell of the rice whine burnt holes in his nostrils and he decided to approach the jerk who was terrorizing the neighborhood that Naruto had just intercepted. He jerked one foot upward but placed it down remarkably silent in front of the 'cheapest sake bar in Konoha's front door.
I hate it when people don't finish their stories so I am going to finish this one, Reviews would be nice though. They are encouragement. THANK YOU! ,