The Kirigakure no Sato shore side was like any other island harbor. Ships came in by the dozen carrying fish and other things for trade. Men strapped in ragged pants from years of labor patrolled back and forth from one side to another making attempting at trade and selling their various items to likely customers. Women scattered around the harbor eyeing at the fish they would soon feed their husbands, many dressed in long dresses whereas some dressed simply in shorts and tank tops fitting the attire. The distinct smell of fish mixed in with the constant rolling fog that made its occasional appearance, while naturally one would be blinded by its thick mist the people of this village have since then become accustomed to it.

A young man stood amongst the masses, standing as one of the shortest albeit the smaller children that accompanied their parents. Brown curls danced along his face as he moved throughout the large crowds making way not to be noticed by the other villagers, golden eyes darting to and fro from the many trading posts that tempted him to come near. He wore a kimono styled attire mixed with hues of navy and white. The hood of his pancho, made entirely of brown and white rabbit's fur, shielded his face from view.

He came upon a small stand of trout owned by an older gentleman. The man bore wrinkles on his face and held a certain tiredness about himself, more than likely from years at owning a fish market and living in what appeared to be on end's meat. His brown eyes met with the boy and he smiled, greeting him as if he were a normal customer. "Back again Shotō?" the man said. "Of course Ran-Sama! replied Shotō a smile slowly easing upon his face. The man reached into a small basket that stood beside him on a small stool and began gathering the small pink and brown colored trout, pushing them into the brown paper bag. "The usual I suppose?" he muttered to himself, just loud enough for Shotō to hear. Shotō said nothing only nodding his head in approval and the man continued.

As the bag filled he handed it over to the boy, and the boy handing him a small bag filled with coins. For a moment the man looked shocked feeling the heaviness that the bag carried but before the he could utter a word the boy had darted from the stand and back into the crowd.

The crowd had become larger now, more villagers were coming by the masses. He found himself in the middle of these large crowds making attempts at scurrying through them like a small mouse in a forest, each time he was met with success. That was until he felt his body collide with another, sending him spiraling to the ground his fish tumbling along with him. As his body met the floor he quickly uttered "GOMEN!" as he scrambled across the wooden floor beneath him making attempt at gathering the fish and stuffing it back into the back before it was devoured by the birds or stepped on by a passersby.

He didn't even look at the figure above whom he had knocked into, all he could say was "gomen."

He would smile because he remembered when he was younger his mother always told him to do so. He never understood why, granted yes it was a polite gesture but even then most people thought him to be too friendly when he did such things. And they took advantage of this trait, something he hated with a burning passion. Even still he smiled politely at the taller young man, more so he lifted his head upward to make eye contact as he attempted at making conversation. "You're welcome. My name is Wingale by the way, most people call me Wing... what's yours?" The boy, now revealed to be named Wingale said. Wingale? It was such a strange name, foreign really. He had never heard of anyone with a name such as that but then again he only knew a handfull of people in his village, considering that most people preferred not to associate with the Jūgo boy.

In some meager attempt to carry on a conversation that should have died seconds after he replied, making some attempt to not sound as shy as he actually was. "Sh...Shotō. My name is Tenshino, Shotō! It's a uhm...uhm..pleasure to meet you!" At this point you can obviously say that he failed as his face turned a bright red. He truly was one of the most awkward of Kirigakure no Sato residents.

The crowd had now died down and the people were now proceeding with their normal daily routines. It was almost like the small incident with the dogs had never happened, considering that they were now chained to a post it couldn't happen again. And if it did it's not like anything bad would come out of it. His eyes began to dart back and forth from the market then back to Wingale. It wasn't that he was loosing interest in the boy, it was simply that he was just curious as to what the people were saying about the whole fiasco. He so desperately wondered whether or not they blamed him for the entire thing, he knew they would. It would make him ever more of an outcast than what he already was, which in itself was a tragic thing.

As he had only seen male Hoshigaki you can only imagine his surprise when a medium sized female Hoshigaki appeared beside him. He analyzed her, in every detail as he did everyone else. No doubt, she was beautiful spectacle to behold. Near flawless and untouched pale blue skin with round black eyes. Her gills are what stood out to him the most however, he found them to be the most interesting thing about her. While yes he could manipulate his own body to obtain such a thing, she was just naturally born this way. The Hoshigaki family was truly an amazing thing to him and the small golden eyed male stood in awe as she made her presence to speak to Wingale. "Wingale, I saw up on the roof so I thought I'd come over and give you the order your mother put in." she said. In the midst of Wingale responding he zoned out for those select few moments. He was astounded, by the Hoshigaki. Now he did want to say something to her, to marvel at her beauty, but instead he dropped his head to the floor and said nothing. He inched away from her ever so slightly to keep himself from fawning all over her.