1 Playing with the kid from the library: A tale of bad thread names [Noel/Training/No Kill/Invite Only] Thu Nov 20, 2014 3:25 am
Katsurou
D-rank
A happy tune rang through the streets and alleyways of the Sunagakure slums as Katsurou made his way down the the dusty street. It was an oddly out of place song that the boy hummed; a lullaby from days long passed, back when Katsurou still lived with the rest of the Sumiko clan. The song certainly did not belong in the slums, and even for Katsurou it was all too perky. He had reason to be in a good mood, however, as clutched to his chest in a paper bag was the knowledge he had been searching for for weeks. Ever since he had begun his career as a shinobi, Katsurou had wanted to expand his training over magnetism. There were legends and rumors of Suna nin possessing control over metals and magnetism in the past, and Katsurou was sure that the library must have had something on it. In the end he turned out to have only been partially correct. Due to the obscure nature of the book he was requesting, the library did not keep it in the limited space of the main library in downtown Sunagakure. Instead, it was kept with other unpopular topics in storage at the library hosted by the slums. Now that he finally had something to go off of for his jiton training, for once in his life he was excited to go and train.
Then his stomach rumbled. Dammit, I forgot to eat before I left... Katsurou scanned the area for a restaurant. He was not particularly happy to be eating in the slums, and he did not exactly trust the ingredients, but he was far too lazy and hungry to wait until he was downtown. Luckily, just down the street stood the most stereotypical ramen shop Katsurou had ever seen. Just thinking about what treats lay behind the cloth dividers already made his mouth water, and the smells he imagined were only confirmed as his nose was filled with ever more appetizing aromas. The boy grinned as he was greeted by a melody of knives chopping on hot metal, fryers boiling, and vegetables sloshing into broth. "Beef sukiyaki, please. Extra dipping egg." Katsurou chimed as he took a seat at the bar, pulling a variety of coins from his pocket and placing them on the counter. A middle aged man in a white hat smiled at Katsurou jollily and nodded, yelling out his order to the various chefs. At this point, Katsurou's curiosity could be held off no longer, and he unwrapped his library book, placing it on the table and brushing off its cover. "A History of Jiton Shinobi, hmn? Katsurou opened the book and began his discovery process.
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Then his stomach rumbled. Dammit, I forgot to eat before I left... Katsurou scanned the area for a restaurant. He was not particularly happy to be eating in the slums, and he did not exactly trust the ingredients, but he was far too lazy and hungry to wait until he was downtown. Luckily, just down the street stood the most stereotypical ramen shop Katsurou had ever seen. Just thinking about what treats lay behind the cloth dividers already made his mouth water, and the smells he imagined were only confirmed as his nose was filled with ever more appetizing aromas. The boy grinned as he was greeted by a melody of knives chopping on hot metal, fryers boiling, and vegetables sloshing into broth. "Beef sukiyaki, please. Extra dipping egg." Katsurou chimed as he took a seat at the bar, pulling a variety of coins from his pocket and placing them on the counter. A middle aged man in a white hat smiled at Katsurou jollily and nodded, yelling out his order to the various chefs. At this point, Katsurou's curiosity could be held off no longer, and he unwrapped his library book, placing it on the table and brushing off its cover. "A History of Jiton Shinobi, hmn? Katsurou opened the book and began his discovery process.
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