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One Jump Ahead [Private/No Kill/ Keiko] Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:37 pm
Bokuden
D-rank
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Sometimes it even amazed Bokuden how quickly and completely he had adapted to his new life in the Village Hidden in the Sands. Just a few short months ago he thought he would die from the heat after spending more than 5 minutes outside during the day time here in the desert. Now, he might as well have lived in the deserts of the Wind Country his whole life with how little the climate affected him now. It was still far from his ideal weather, but at least he didn’t feel like he was going to melt every moment he spent outside during the daylight anymore. Sunagakure did have its redeeming qualities after all. One of which was the very bazaar he now traversed.
Bokuden had always thought as Kumogakure as a bustling bastion of trade and commerce, and thanks to his family’s involvement in the imports and exports of the Lightning Country, that thought had always remained true. The merchants and vendors that peddled their wares in Sunagakure’s Grand Bazaar however, were cut from a different cloth than the traders back in the Lightning Country. Many of the goods were hand-made, from the clothes to the jewelry, each piece unique with its own story to tell. The merchants were lively, as were the customers that bartered and haggled their way down to any deal they could manage. There was a natural energy about the whole experience that Bokuden enjoyed… in moderation. After all, one could only handle so much excitement before it stopped being exciting and started being irritating. It took quite some time for Yui, Misoka, and Suzume to get Bokuden acclimated to the people of Sunagakure and their mannerisms. At least it was them that he had to guide him, if not he imagined himself being imprisoned for the fits of rage he had been tempted to unleash on rude civilians in the past.
A weapons lover himself Bokuden would always brows the wares of the forges and armories that lined their own section of the bazaar, all in direct competition with each other, selling the tales of the quality and grandeur of their products. Obviously the tales were more extravagant than the weapons themselves, but Bokuden enjoyed hearing them nonetheless. He had yet to find a weapon of exceptional quality floating around in these bazaar shops, but as long as they kept bringing in new merchandise and telling new stories he would humor them. Maybe someday he would find a weapon that he would just have to have, but until that day came it seemed as though the rest of his arsenal was safe from replacement.
His favorite part of the bazaar however, was the long expanse of city streets which housed the vast majority of the bazaar’s culinary goods. Bakers baked bread fresh all throughout the day while butchers cut meat for their customers right on the spot. Bokuden wasn’t so fond of the produce though, as without any real fertile farmland to be found in the desert they would almost always have to settle for shipped in produce which just wasn’t fresh. The real marvel of this part of the bazaar were the spice shops that housed foreign and exotic spices by the jar. Bokuden had loved this part of the village since the first time he walked through these streets and the aromas of the spices wafted through his olfactory. Even with all of his family’s money and all of the travelling he had done, this bazaar still managed to present to him a plethora of scents and flavors he had never before experienced. In his time in Suna he had even began to pick up cooking again, learning all manners of new recipes and tastes that he had never had access to before. It was here that he intended to spend the next several minutes, combing through every shop to see what they offered, slowly snacking on a warm roll of freshly baked sweet bread as he browsed.
674~
Bokuden had always thought as Kumogakure as a bustling bastion of trade and commerce, and thanks to his family’s involvement in the imports and exports of the Lightning Country, that thought had always remained true. The merchants and vendors that peddled their wares in Sunagakure’s Grand Bazaar however, were cut from a different cloth than the traders back in the Lightning Country. Many of the goods were hand-made, from the clothes to the jewelry, each piece unique with its own story to tell. The merchants were lively, as were the customers that bartered and haggled their way down to any deal they could manage. There was a natural energy about the whole experience that Bokuden enjoyed… in moderation. After all, one could only handle so much excitement before it stopped being exciting and started being irritating. It took quite some time for Yui, Misoka, and Suzume to get Bokuden acclimated to the people of Sunagakure and their mannerisms. At least it was them that he had to guide him, if not he imagined himself being imprisoned for the fits of rage he had been tempted to unleash on rude civilians in the past.
A weapons lover himself Bokuden would always brows the wares of the forges and armories that lined their own section of the bazaar, all in direct competition with each other, selling the tales of the quality and grandeur of their products. Obviously the tales were more extravagant than the weapons themselves, but Bokuden enjoyed hearing them nonetheless. He had yet to find a weapon of exceptional quality floating around in these bazaar shops, but as long as they kept bringing in new merchandise and telling new stories he would humor them. Maybe someday he would find a weapon that he would just have to have, but until that day came it seemed as though the rest of his arsenal was safe from replacement.
His favorite part of the bazaar however, was the long expanse of city streets which housed the vast majority of the bazaar’s culinary goods. Bakers baked bread fresh all throughout the day while butchers cut meat for their customers right on the spot. Bokuden wasn’t so fond of the produce though, as without any real fertile farmland to be found in the desert they would almost always have to settle for shipped in produce which just wasn’t fresh. The real marvel of this part of the bazaar were the spice shops that housed foreign and exotic spices by the jar. Bokuden had loved this part of the village since the first time he walked through these streets and the aromas of the spices wafted through his olfactory. Even with all of his family’s money and all of the travelling he had done, this bazaar still managed to present to him a plethora of scents and flavors he had never before experienced. In his time in Suna he had even began to pick up cooking again, learning all manners of new recipes and tastes that he had never had access to before. It was here that he intended to spend the next several minutes, combing through every shop to see what they offered, slowly snacking on a warm roll of freshly baked sweet bread as he browsed.
674~
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