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Others naivety is a virtue, mine is a wreck. [open to all] Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:36 pm
Uchiha Masaaki
D-rank
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Masaaki gazed around, shunned by the intensity of the market. It was bursting with various colours of the event and fill up the brim with locals and foreigners, each eager to grab the newest and hyped up item from the aged stalls of the opportunistic merchants. The Uchiha child had taken his time to bother coming here; he isn’t particularly fond of crowds after all. Finding the chaos too unstable to manage with his impediment, which is humorous considering he finds missions to be far easier to manage than human communication.
He was probably the only one in his family that desired to visit this vast nation, after all if he can’t be in the chunin exams he can watch it and observe. Who knows, he might learn a thing or two for the next hosted chunin exams. His father did not seem to mind either, in fact he looks rather pleased to see the back of him and having not to deal with him for a week or so. His baby sister seemed crossed with him though, she guilt tripped him by saying he is missing her 8th birthday on purpose. He did feel despicable for a while but now that he is here he doesn’t regret his decision at all. His other siblings had opted to remain behind in the fire nation, feeling that their place is there rather than getting up to baloney in an unfamiliar country.
Still, his petty and stubborn baby sister is right; he is missing her birthday, thus his reason for venturing into the market aimlessly. He intends to make it up to by buying her a gift that she would enjoy. Although the snow-haired boy has not got the faintest idea of what could possibly be available for a little girl in this rather vibrant market. But that’s the point of browsing isn’t it?
He had left his hotel room earlier, honestly when he arrived here he did not expect to land in such a wonderful hotel as he did. The view from his balcony is splendid, so pristine and unspoiled by toxic black fumes. The view from the towering structure over the village took his breath away. He reminded himself to return to the hotel in the evening so he may capture an image of the horizon with its warm orange glow of the setting sun. Everything is so spacious in his hotel room, nothing like his home back in the leaf village. His room back in the uchiha clan is rather cosy but small, here it is definitely nicer and warmer, rich with happy colours like pale brown/gold to match his eyes with a splash of yellow for a mood improver. One thing he can see about this country is they know how to decorate.
He stood motionless amongst the crowd, gazed and excited. There was so much he want to do here, from playing the games to snapping pictures of random people for no reason at all except for the sake of comparing the lives of these countrymen to his own back in the fire country. On one half of the market was the busy stalls of various items such as scarfs, shinobi tools and scrolls and more domestic stuff like trinkets and decorative rugs. He even managed to catch a glimpse of a Black Panther fur rug. He does not think it would be appropriate for an eight year old though. On the other half resided the games, from darts to the test of strength. He hasn’t even explored the whole market district but he could see the vast size of it makes Konoha’s market look trivial in comparison.
He carried on walking through the market, since the climate was different here, warmer and denser he left behind his red scarf back home and swapped his trousers for black shorts and his hoodie top for a simple t-shirt with the konoha logo. He hasn’t bothered with wearing anything that would reveal him as an Uchiha just in case. After all he is a lone thirteen genin in a foreign country, his elder brothers had warned him to be careful because there are nefarious folks out there that might have ill intentions with him because of the Sharingan. So he decided to wear plain clothes.
Although he was still recovering from his last mission with Neci, a single mission that turned into more than they expected. From merchants to a B-ranked criminal shinobi, he had suffered a few injuries during those missions, 1st and 2nd burns along his shoulder and arm so it was bandaged up. He even wore a plaster on his cheek and his knee was covered up as well. He has recovered quite well since the mission though so found walking to not be too taxing.
The glimpse of a something sparkly caught his eye at a nearby stall with a rather shady looking man, but Masaaki is rather naive so he came over like a mockingbird being tempted by shiny things. He gazed at the item that caught his attention, a dome shaped seashell with all the colours of the rainbow. He heard such seashells still carried the sound of the ocean within them; it seemed like the perfect gift for his little sister. “How much for this?” inquired the boy, the seller took one look at him and grinned an uncomfortable smile “200 ryo a piece.” Masaaki frowned. 200? But that’s…he sighed, maybe he should keep looking around to find something cheaper and more price appropriate for his sister…but still.
With reluctance he took out his wallet and rummaged through its contents, counting how much ryo he got on him exactly. In the midst of it a street uchin bumped into him “sorry sir!” uttered the baby-faced boy. Masaaki, as naïve as he is took pity on the child because of his dishevelled appearance “It’s ok-hey!” shouted Masaaki as another child rushed past and seized the advantage of the young shinobi being distracted to grab his wallet and rush off. Irritated Masaaki rushed after them, but they knew the streets better than he did so could navigate through its busy streets easily enough.
WC: 1030
Masaaki gazed around, shunned by the intensity of the market. It was bursting with various colours of the event and fill up the brim with locals and foreigners, each eager to grab the newest and hyped up item from the aged stalls of the opportunistic merchants. The Uchiha child had taken his time to bother coming here; he isn’t particularly fond of crowds after all. Finding the chaos too unstable to manage with his impediment, which is humorous considering he finds missions to be far easier to manage than human communication.
He was probably the only one in his family that desired to visit this vast nation, after all if he can’t be in the chunin exams he can watch it and observe. Who knows, he might learn a thing or two for the next hosted chunin exams. His father did not seem to mind either, in fact he looks rather pleased to see the back of him and having not to deal with him for a week or so. His baby sister seemed crossed with him though, she guilt tripped him by saying he is missing her 8th birthday on purpose. He did feel despicable for a while but now that he is here he doesn’t regret his decision at all. His other siblings had opted to remain behind in the fire nation, feeling that their place is there rather than getting up to baloney in an unfamiliar country.
Still, his petty and stubborn baby sister is right; he is missing her birthday, thus his reason for venturing into the market aimlessly. He intends to make it up to by buying her a gift that she would enjoy. Although the snow-haired boy has not got the faintest idea of what could possibly be available for a little girl in this rather vibrant market. But that’s the point of browsing isn’t it?
He had left his hotel room earlier, honestly when he arrived here he did not expect to land in such a wonderful hotel as he did. The view from his balcony is splendid, so pristine and unspoiled by toxic black fumes. The view from the towering structure over the village took his breath away. He reminded himself to return to the hotel in the evening so he may capture an image of the horizon with its warm orange glow of the setting sun. Everything is so spacious in his hotel room, nothing like his home back in the leaf village. His room back in the uchiha clan is rather cosy but small, here it is definitely nicer and warmer, rich with happy colours like pale brown/gold to match his eyes with a splash of yellow for a mood improver. One thing he can see about this country is they know how to decorate.
He stood motionless amongst the crowd, gazed and excited. There was so much he want to do here, from playing the games to snapping pictures of random people for no reason at all except for the sake of comparing the lives of these countrymen to his own back in the fire country. On one half of the market was the busy stalls of various items such as scarfs, shinobi tools and scrolls and more domestic stuff like trinkets and decorative rugs. He even managed to catch a glimpse of a Black Panther fur rug. He does not think it would be appropriate for an eight year old though. On the other half resided the games, from darts to the test of strength. He hasn’t even explored the whole market district but he could see the vast size of it makes Konoha’s market look trivial in comparison.
He carried on walking through the market, since the climate was different here, warmer and denser he left behind his red scarf back home and swapped his trousers for black shorts and his hoodie top for a simple t-shirt with the konoha logo. He hasn’t bothered with wearing anything that would reveal him as an Uchiha just in case. After all he is a lone thirteen genin in a foreign country, his elder brothers had warned him to be careful because there are nefarious folks out there that might have ill intentions with him because of the Sharingan. So he decided to wear plain clothes.
Although he was still recovering from his last mission with Neci, a single mission that turned into more than they expected. From merchants to a B-ranked criminal shinobi, he had suffered a few injuries during those missions, 1st and 2nd burns along his shoulder and arm so it was bandaged up. He even wore a plaster on his cheek and his knee was covered up as well. He has recovered quite well since the mission though so found walking to not be too taxing.
The glimpse of a something sparkly caught his eye at a nearby stall with a rather shady looking man, but Masaaki is rather naive so he came over like a mockingbird being tempted by shiny things. He gazed at the item that caught his attention, a dome shaped seashell with all the colours of the rainbow. He heard such seashells still carried the sound of the ocean within them; it seemed like the perfect gift for his little sister. “How much for this?” inquired the boy, the seller took one look at him and grinned an uncomfortable smile “200 ryo a piece.” Masaaki frowned. 200? But that’s…he sighed, maybe he should keep looking around to find something cheaper and more price appropriate for his sister…but still.
With reluctance he took out his wallet and rummaged through its contents, counting how much ryo he got on him exactly. In the midst of it a street uchin bumped into him “sorry sir!” uttered the baby-faced boy. Masaaki, as naïve as he is took pity on the child because of his dishevelled appearance “It’s ok-hey!” shouted Masaaki as another child rushed past and seized the advantage of the young shinobi being distracted to grab his wallet and rush off. Irritated Masaaki rushed after them, but they knew the streets better than he did so could navigate through its busy streets easily enough.
WC: 1030
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