1 A Wandering Mind [Private|NK] Mon Jun 13, 2016 9:30 pm
Kuroshiki
D-rank
Shaking himself out his trance, Kuroshiki opened his eyes only to be greeted by the site of the slightly fogged up mirror of the bathroom that was connected to the room he had temporarily rented out. The inn Kuroshiki was staying at was modest and affordable for the sum of ryo that Kuroshiki had assembled for himself ever since he was out on his own. Staying at a place that cost him more than his current arrangements would put a dent in his funds, something that Kuroshiki could not have happening, not if he wanted to consistently have a roof over his head. Modest accommodations would have to do, knowing that they were neither luxurious, but also weren’t off-putting as well. It was different compared to his upbringing, where he was used to have almost everything he needed, most of which was on the higher end of the product price. The only issue came if Kuroshiki wanted to stay here long term, more than a week or two. If it came to that, he would need to find a more temporarily permanent place to reside. Maybe someone had a boarding house that allowed lodgers to stay for more than a few days. He would have to get that business settled some other day, for today he decided would be dedicated to one task alone; satiating his curiosity through the medium of books.
With his shower done and now almost fully dressed, Kuroshiki exited the bathroom to enter his bedroom. Glancing towards the foot of his bed, he found his black blazer that he instantly made his way toward. Buttoning up his black blazer overtop of his white turtleneck shirt, Kuroshiki’s eyes searched the vicinity for his glasses, trying to find them – even if he didn’t exactly need them. Putting on his black-rimmed glasses, Kuroshiki’s ensemble almost complete, for he solely needed to put on a pair of shoes to compliment his darks pants. His outfit resembled that of a school uniform, something that he utilized at times to blend in, though he really didn’t need to do so now, seeing as how he was in the village of Konoha, where he was unknown in general. He only met a few select people, but even then he doubted they would remember him much if he ran in to them at a later date. It was no skin off his back, whether they could recall him or not, for one day he would have to leave the village due to necessity.
Slipping on his black shoes, Kuroshiki left the room he was temporarily calling his. With his messy hair obscuring some of his vision, Kuroshiki let his eyes roam as he walked, trying to recall his steps from his first… or second… day in Konohagakure no Sato. That was the day he had seen a library? Or was it a bookstore? Struggling to remember that simple detail, he figured he could roam around the village until he found a familiar landmark and from there he could go and find the building – he hoped it was a library rather than a bookstore. While he didn’t mind owning books, they proved to be a detriment to him, as carrying them around when he would have no practical use for them. If he actually had a permanent residence – which was unlikely – then he would eventually begin compiling books for his own collection. That, however, would be required to wait until he actually was able to live a peaceful life without having to constantly check over his shoulder, as he had been doing so for the past few months; nearly half a year, if he could recall the exact time frame.
The boy originally from the Land of Tea, who was now essentially a fugitive to his homeland, roamed around Konoha, searching for the library – or was it a bookstore? – that he had seen a few days ago. He would have checked that particular day, had the not been busy trying to address different needs, trying to figure out how long he’d be here for and how much it would actually cost him over that period of time. While it wasn’t an issue yet, it was something he would prefer to get out of the way sooner rather than later, such that it wouldn’t pose a problem for him when the time came. While he could attain some ryo during his time here, through varying missions and odd-jobs, Kuroshiki knew they wouldn’t pay as well as the ones he could take if he simply improved his skills. It was all a matter of figuring things out, and he found that the only way to initially do that was to find something to sate his current curiosity.
With his shower done and now almost fully dressed, Kuroshiki exited the bathroom to enter his bedroom. Glancing towards the foot of his bed, he found his black blazer that he instantly made his way toward. Buttoning up his black blazer overtop of his white turtleneck shirt, Kuroshiki’s eyes searched the vicinity for his glasses, trying to find them – even if he didn’t exactly need them. Putting on his black-rimmed glasses, Kuroshiki’s ensemble almost complete, for he solely needed to put on a pair of shoes to compliment his darks pants. His outfit resembled that of a school uniform, something that he utilized at times to blend in, though he really didn’t need to do so now, seeing as how he was in the village of Konoha, where he was unknown in general. He only met a few select people, but even then he doubted they would remember him much if he ran in to them at a later date. It was no skin off his back, whether they could recall him or not, for one day he would have to leave the village due to necessity.
Slipping on his black shoes, Kuroshiki left the room he was temporarily calling his. With his messy hair obscuring some of his vision, Kuroshiki let his eyes roam as he walked, trying to recall his steps from his first… or second… day in Konohagakure no Sato. That was the day he had seen a library? Or was it a bookstore? Struggling to remember that simple detail, he figured he could roam around the village until he found a familiar landmark and from there he could go and find the building – he hoped it was a library rather than a bookstore. While he didn’t mind owning books, they proved to be a detriment to him, as carrying them around when he would have no practical use for them. If he actually had a permanent residence – which was unlikely – then he would eventually begin compiling books for his own collection. That, however, would be required to wait until he actually was able to live a peaceful life without having to constantly check over his shoulder, as he had been doing so for the past few months; nearly half a year, if he could recall the exact time frame.
The boy originally from the Land of Tea, who was now essentially a fugitive to his homeland, roamed around Konoha, searching for the library – or was it a bookstore? – that he had seen a few days ago. He would have checked that particular day, had the not been busy trying to address different needs, trying to figure out how long he’d be here for and how much it would actually cost him over that period of time. While it wasn’t an issue yet, it was something he would prefer to get out of the way sooner rather than later, such that it wouldn’t pose a problem for him when the time came. While he could attain some ryo during his time here, through varying missions and odd-jobs, Kuroshiki knew they wouldn’t pay as well as the ones he could take if he simply improved his skills. It was all a matter of figuring things out, and he found that the only way to initially do that was to find something to sate his current curiosity.
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