1 Exposing Hope! [P][NK] Fri Jan 01, 2016 1:27 am
Seito
D-rank
A pair of worn shinobi sandals trotted down the path towards Kumogakure. His body was fatigued, yet his spirit was energetic and vigorous. The full fledge shinobi turned into a wanderer, a nomad with the specific mission of finding one shinobi in the entire land of shinobi; his task was to find the needle in the haystack. A polished Kirigakure headband dawned upon his eyebrows, declaring his oversea origins. The young Hattori was truly in a new world. The air was much drier than in Kiri, the land much more arid and the temperature was noticeable. Seito welcomed the new change but with these changes came challenges; these challenges caused alarm for the internal persona, yet, the bravado of the boy refused to show any sign of distress or anxiety. The signs on the highway proved to be no help as the young adult navigated through the lands in hope to get Kumogakure.
The bright sun beat harshly on his neck. Clouds filled the skies but they were not a significant defense against the scorching rays. A cooling breeze accompanied the barren climate that flowed through his clothing, relaxing him. Seito managed to make his way past several small shops along the way that served local cuisine and sent drifting smells to the hungry traveler. His willpower let him walk past several without his stomach rumbling, an attempt to remind Seito how hungry he truly was. A light chuckled came out of his mouth as he realized that he lost, lost the battle against nature. His mouth watered by a new scent that caressed his nose. The little shack that borne origin to this aroma was within eyeshot, it appeared to look like a ramen shack. Bar stools covered with a canopy that connected the patron to the cook. It only took a few minutes before he lifted up the curtain, revealing the empty bar and the cook who sat patiently. “Oh hello traveler!” He said with enthusiasm and interest. “Here is our menu.” He said as the chef handed the foreigner the menu that bore no pictures.
Seito returned with a smile as he took his seat and grabbed the menu. As he sat, he could feel his feet beat; they were delighted to have earned a break. A traveler took long, harsh days that blistered toes. Nothing compared to shinobi training but it certainly was not ‘easy.’ The bar had six empty chairs and Seito took the chair that left one chair to his right and the rest to his left. His eyes examined the menu and the prices. His eyebrow rose; intrigued by the new culture that he had never been exposed to. Of course there were some things that were also served in Kirigakure but majority of the menu was new to him. Some things must be better than others, but what should be choose? He was going to have to take a shot in the dark, “I will take the Lightning bowl.” The Lightning bowl was near the top of the menu, which Seito believed was a safe bet. The chef nodded his head and quickly begun to cook. The Hattori watched to pass the time.
The bright sun beat harshly on his neck. Clouds filled the skies but they were not a significant defense against the scorching rays. A cooling breeze accompanied the barren climate that flowed through his clothing, relaxing him. Seito managed to make his way past several small shops along the way that served local cuisine and sent drifting smells to the hungry traveler. His willpower let him walk past several without his stomach rumbling, an attempt to remind Seito how hungry he truly was. A light chuckled came out of his mouth as he realized that he lost, lost the battle against nature. His mouth watered by a new scent that caressed his nose. The little shack that borne origin to this aroma was within eyeshot, it appeared to look like a ramen shack. Bar stools covered with a canopy that connected the patron to the cook. It only took a few minutes before he lifted up the curtain, revealing the empty bar and the cook who sat patiently. “Oh hello traveler!” He said with enthusiasm and interest. “Here is our menu.” He said as the chef handed the foreigner the menu that bore no pictures.
Seito returned with a smile as he took his seat and grabbed the menu. As he sat, he could feel his feet beat; they were delighted to have earned a break. A traveler took long, harsh days that blistered toes. Nothing compared to shinobi training but it certainly was not ‘easy.’ The bar had six empty chairs and Seito took the chair that left one chair to his right and the rest to his left. His eyes examined the menu and the prices. His eyebrow rose; intrigued by the new culture that he had never been exposed to. Of course there were some things that were also served in Kirigakure but majority of the menu was new to him. Some things must be better than others, but what should be choose? He was going to have to take a shot in the dark, “I will take the Lightning bowl.” The Lightning bowl was near the top of the menu, which Seito believed was a safe bet. The chef nodded his head and quickly begun to cook. The Hattori watched to pass the time.