Ashura had spent the most part of the morning training, practicing against a wooden tool that was created for him by a recent friend of his. The wooden tool was designed as a way to train both the offensive and defensive power of a ninja, it was popular with the martial arts known as Wing Chun. The device span was created to be spun and was typically used for predictions in close combat, he figured that using it would help him improve for future combat, however he still had a way to go before he could master it. Prior to that he had collected both breakfast and lunch for himself and he took the device with him and went deep into the forest of Konoha, to try and keep himself away from others. He sat down and ate his breakfast, his outfit was his a little different to his normal outfit. He wore his black V-neck training shirt that had red linings, he had his gloves fastened tightly so they wouldn't fall off, he also wore a bright red gi, keeping the top half around his waist and not wearing anything on his feet.

Ashura finished his training in the morning, he intended to continue into the late hours of the evening, but for now he felt hungry. He sat down and pulled out a bacon sandwich that he had brought with him, he started to eat it slowly, savouring each bite like it was a piece of perfection. He would occasionally pick up his water bottle that he brought with and take a huge swig from it. Ashura was sat under a mighty Scots Pine, a great tree that was rather easy to spot, he finished the sandwich and licked his fingers, trying to catch what remained of his lunch. After a few moments relaxing, he gave out a light yawn and stretched his arms, he felt tired and leaded back on the tree, lowering his head a little and closing his eyes, slowly drifting off into a nap. Ashura wasn't too worried about the area, Konoha was known for being safe, and he was quite tired anyway.

Supply run. That was what was requested of him. The Head Monk had tasked the male of heading into Konohagakure no Sato, otherwise known as the Village Hidden in the Leaves, to fetch some much needed supplies for the temple. Normally, the temple had a caravan that went to the village on a weekly basis to procure items, but it was broken at the moment; an axel and week were shattered after it rolled through a pothole in the road during the last trip. This week, they opted to send Rinne, given the child's prowess in fuinjutsu. What was normally a three day trip that required multiple men and oxen to draw the cart, as well as supplies for several days could now be done by one person, who was able to move much faster, and carry many more of the vital provisions of the temple through the art of sealing it into scrolls. It was so much easier to carry multiple scrolls that could hold items indefinately and without loss than to burden down a beast with hundreds of pounds at a time. It also allowed the use of much more convienent paths, instead having to take roundabout trails to bridges and structures that could support the weight of the oxen. Overall, simply sending Rinne was just a better option.

As it was, the male was taking his sweet time as he moved through the forest, opting to take a detour and enjoy the scenery of the area. This was his first time coming to Konoha, so he felt it was appropriate to see all that he could while he had the chance. He was not afraid of getting lost as the young man was armed with a map and possessed an unerring sense of direction.  That, and dependable Kunai was tucked away into his clothing...

Speaking of, Rinne was dressed in his normal attire for the day; an Indian chunnari around his shoulders and a small, short-sleeved, black, midriff-baring choli, which is where he keeps his kunai. He also sports an Indian leg dress, which stops at his ankles, but does not wear shoes. He has gold bangle bracelets that extend from his elbows to his wrists and a gold bangle necklace with a ruby in the center that is inspired by Rajasthani folk dancers. With each step he took, the male's 'jewelery' would clink together softly, possibly alerting people to his presence as he moved through the forest.

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Ashura barely moved as he slept, it was every now and then his eye lids would flicker a little. Sleeping felt good, especially after such extensive training. His dreams were but mere memories to him, stuff that he had seen before but nothing new, nothing that would be the stuff of nightmares or bliss. His dream was a mere memory of himself training, practising against a punching bag for hours of a day, he had found it enjoyable and he spent several days just training. This new device of his was given to him by a tall person who was selling his older brother's equipment, he donned the Senju symbol and ran a book store but Ashura never really talked to him apart from buying the device. And as what was expected of it, is was strong, and perfect for practice, sturdy, almost as if it were designed to be hit by stronger people.

Ashura started to slowly wake up after about an hour, his arms that were resting on the ground started to twitch a little, his eyes started to slowly open as he lifted his arms up and rubbed his knees a little. He started to stand up and stretch himself, making sure everything was working fine, cracking his knuckles and even throwing a few punches into the air. He suddenly stopped, he could faintly hear in the background, clinking, Ashura turned to where he thought the sound was coming from and he lightly raised his hands in case of an attack, after all he wasn't too sure about this area, despite his thoughts of it being safe. He quickly moved to behind a tree to try and conceal himself, attempting to hide from who he thought could be a threat.