A boy with a bandaged head as well as a bandage over his one eye was making his way to the mission board. Elin had received a few injuries some time back and seemed to be getting injured quite often lately as he suffered due to the rat attacks which required him to get his dreaded injections for potential rabies infection. He made his way towards the mission board inside the admin building however the doors were closed due to some technical difficulties as he sighed having wanted to start some missions that day. He sat down on a bench noticing a couple of other shinobi, while some confirmed when the boards would be back up again. Others simply got tired and went out to eat or train, he waited patiently as he got bored his feet swaying back and forth as the bench was just a bit too high, then after a while he saw someone he did not see before, was it a new genin or someone of similar rank and higher as he could not really tell from appearances. He was curious, but looked away as he felt he might be invading his privacy with his curious looks of curiosity staring deep within the heart of his very curious soul

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It was early in the morning when Shunsui awoke, wrenched from sleep in a frenzy of cold sweat and heavy breath, he sat up in an instant, gritting his teeth and growling lightly before he took a calm and careful look around and relaxed, falling back into his bed. Shunsui placed his hand on his sweat covered forehead, letting out a light sigh as he whispered to himself, "It was just a dream, just a dream..." He slowly sat up, placing his legs over the side of the bed, forcing himself up and his feet onto the cold wooden floor. He got himself up off the bed and held his arms out into the air, stretching, performing several types of stretches. He started to stretch his legs too before he made his way slowly into the bathroom. Half an hour later he emerged cleaned and dressed in his black shirt, black jeans, black boots and equipment pouch, his long brown hair had been tied up into a pony tail with pins going into the hair. Shunsui draped his pink lady's kimono over his shoulders and grabbed his sakkat, placing it on his head. The kimono was bright pink, along the bottom of it were different shades of pink in the form of flowers, there were parts of fabric which would be seen as leaves around them too, and as the pattern went up, the flowers turned purple then crimson, then yellow where they would surround his neck.

Today he was intent on making his way to the mission boards to try and find something to do, to make some extra money so that it would help him work towards becoming stronger. Although he himself didn't like the idea of fighting, his other side, Horus, wants to dedicate the time he has to saving those who can't save themselves. Shunsui burst through the front door of his house, he stepped out onto the porch, a slight smile on his face as he looked into the sky. Shunsui closed the door behind him, a gentle breeze flowing by, gently moving his long brown and his kimono. He slowly closed his grey eyes and took a breath of the cool air in, feeling the thrill of a new day course through his blood. Shunsui's eyes slowly opened again, his eyes almost glittering in the sun, "Ah, this is going to be a fun day, perhaps I can almost sense it." He spoke quietly to himself, his low voice sounding as he walked forward into the village, the wood making a clunk underneath his boots.

Before long Shunsui had walked to the Administration Building and was looking for the mission board, but the doors were closed and there were a few people waiting outside on the bench. He looked among the shinobi who were waiting for the doors to open, he was taller than some of them, that generally happens when you are above average height. He sat down on the ground and looked to the person who he noticed was quite a bit shorter. "Hey there, I'm Shunsui." He held his hand out as a gesture.

The small little boy looked to the stranger who held out his hand and said hey and that his name was Shunsui, the boy got nervous and looked to the side and said. "hi, is it okay if i keep my name a secret" as he was trying not to attract attention to himself too much as he took hold of the man's hand with both hands and shook it slowly and a bit nervously. "do you know how long we have to wait for the missions Shunsui-ojisan" as he mistook Shunsui for being a really old man and already had some strange feelings about the strange look of the strange clothes that were so strange that he felt like calling this guy mister Strange or maybe if this guy did medical jutsu he could be called Doctor Strange.

Either way the guy was also huge and compared to his soft hands it felt like this guy was a really old guy or maybe it was just him since the small boy was sometimes oblivious to all these things. He was going to wait here with this stranger Shunsui who seemed at the very least interesting from his clothing choice alone as the boy began swaying his little feet again before letting go of Shunsui's hand. "sorry" as he realised he lost track of what he was doing and held the man's hand for too long. He hoped he did not upset the man as he looked down a bit saddened.

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“Its fine if you keep your name to yourself.” Shunsui spoke with a little laugh after he heard the shorter ninja call Shunsui 'ojisan', he didn't really think of himself as old, after all he himself was still quite young he just looked older because of his facial hair. He never really decided to grow it out further than it already was, having it and keeping it short meant he didn't cook his face in the summer, he also didn’t really like the idea of becoming and ‘old’ person. Shunsui gave off a light smile as the little boy shook his hand, after a while he took his small soft hands away from his, he even heard a 'sorry' from him.   Horus spoke a little in the back of his mind, ‘He seems quite interesting to me.’ With a bright smile across his face while taking off his Sakkat and placing it on his lap, Shunsui responded with a light voice "No, no, its fine. It is a pleasure to meet you Little Ninja, I'm not too sure when it will open, I've not been back for a mission for a while." Shunsui took a small water bottle out from his belt and opened it, taking a swig of the cooled water inside. He tilted the bottle to the Little Ninja, "Would you like some?"

He smiled when Shunsui said it was okay to keep his name a secret as he was still not used to the new name he had to start using soon. Not wanting to create a misunderstanding from the start as the laugh from Shunsui actually made him feel a bit better. Though a part of him was really curious about the beard as he wondered how itchy they were and if he would ever get one, even though it had long since gone passed the time of when he should be getting facial hair. He began to day dream slightly of the oji-san walking around being followed by a maid looking after him as he uses a walking stick and smokes a small pipe with a giant hood on his head and a bunch of women treating the man like their uncle before his daydreaming stopped as he blinked.

The man drank the water from a water bottle as the boy watched curiously before the man offered it as he blushed for some unknown reason. He looked to the side as he began searching in his pockets before pulling out a really small little water bottle as he answered. "hehe, I brought my own Oji-san" as that became the new nickname for Shunsui who was now really considered to be an elder Oji-san as the doors were still closed though it was only a matter of time as he looked to the mission board area and then back to the oji-san. "is it okay if we go out to eat for a bit" as he was hungry and since the mission was not out yet he did not have any money so his plan was to use the oji-san for free food. It may have been cruel but the intentions were actually rather innocent since he was already thinking of returning the favour but now it was up to the man to realise what the boy wanted.

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Shunsui smiled lightly and took another sip of his water after the little ninja said that he had brought his own bottle. It seemed to Shunsui that this nickname was going to stick, probably for a very long time. He looked over to the doors, wondering why they weren't open before his attention was drawn back to the little ninja, he had spoken again, asking if they could go for something to eat. "Yeah, it might be a good idea, perhaps when we get back the door will be open." Shunsui lifted himself off the ground and took a final sip from his water bottle before putting it away again in his belt pouch.

He looked back down to the little ninja curious about what he wanted to eat, there were lots of different types of food in the village, most of which Shunsui enjoyed. Shunsui spoke lightly before turning around, "What would you like to eat? I'm sure there are plenty of different options further into the village." He looked at the parts of the village that were behind him and could pick out a few shops, but few places to eat. He looked back to the little ninja, "We'd better eat before we get our hands on a mission."


(OOC: Sorry for the post being very late, I had little muse for writing the past few days and was being distracted.)

The man seemed to smell at the little shinobi as he did not understand the man all too well. The man agreed to take them out to have something to eat, but at that time fate would finally take a turn and if only they knew back then what they would have known now. The man he seemed to think of as an Oji-san was getting up and putting his water away. As if things were meant to be this way, so simple yet so complex were the feelings of the little boy who had all but lost track of the wereabouts of all his friends and family.

The oji-san looked down on the little boy who did not understand at that moment what the man was looking at him for as he blushed a bit. However the boy felt a bit of fear, would he really not be recognised, was it really okay to be this way. Would his past really stay in the past and did he really have a future beyond this or would he be bound to make the same mistakes again.

The man finally asked him what he would like to eat as they were parting from the mission board as he got told that they should eat before taking on a mission. The man was so strange to him and yet so simple in a way refreshing to the young boy who at one point was referred to as a genius. He was not a genius and had to work really hard since he did not have the same nature manipulation that other shinobi had for the mastery of ninjutsu or the physique required to master taijutsu as he had no talent in those areas and made up for it worth hard work alone.

"a..." as the boy was a bit stumped at the question and then it appeared right next to the man as he pointed passed the man. "oji-san" as they building next to them was the newly opened grilled fish shop, which was a different treat to the usual sushi that seemed to be so famous at times, this was an opportunity to get fish that was cooked and not served raw as well as them having decent staff would the old man feel comfort in trying this new dish or would he shy away from something new. The shop was called the 'Thunder Cloud Spear'

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OOC Comment ((I had Christmas issues as well and my muse needs to be reawakened so I was slowed down a bit in coming up with replies hope you did not wait too long and happy new year))

Shunsui looked across the road to where the little Shinobi had pointed, it was a place he had never seen before, Thunder Cloud Spear. From what Shunsui could smell, it looked like it would be an interesting place, it smelled like it sold grilled fish there. He looked back to the little shinobi, "Sure, that place sounds good to me." He spoke light laugh before moving to the shop. Shunsui made his way slowly to the place, making sure he kept with little one, when he eventually approached the counter, he sat down on a seat and asked for a fish skewer. He waited for the little Shinobi to order before paying for it with some of his ryo. It has been years since Shunsui had grilled fish, or anything that wasn't chicken or raw fish with rice, he typically enjoyed some sake with it but this time he stuck with water, it didn't give much taste but it kept him sober.

He remembered when he was little, he was about the size of that little shinobi, nine year ago that is, he would play in the gardens with his cousins in Konoha when he went there on holiday, it was there when he last had grilled fish. Shunsui stopped his train of thought, he was curious why he was suddenly thinking of that, it was really odd, he had spent that past three years keeping to himself, not even practising. He suddenly shook his head from side to side and blinked hard, his eyes fell to the little one again, "Are you from Kumo?" He asked as he sat back in his chair, pulling a small book from his pocket and writing a little in it before putting it away, the book was black and had no symbols on the cover.