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Sabishi would be finishing up a rather busy morning. It was his job to keep the household moving while his mother was too ill to work. He wasn't much of one for actual shinobi work as his clan was a weak one. He didn't really have any talents working with others nor was he an exceptional individual at construction work. He found himself helping in a job to use puppets to clear out a debris field and had found it suited him rather well. After all he found this beneficial to his hobby which made some profit. He would clear the trash that could not be worked with. Warped or rusted metals and rubber but as he did so he was allowed to pick through it all for whatever he wished to use. Scrap metal, gears, wiring, springs. Whatever suited him. He hadn't inherited much from his late father but he had managed to keep his intelligence. They simply sought out different fields. However he had prepared himself for the eventuality of combat even if he knew to avoid it. He had learned the ways of the shinobi and made himself stronger. His father never had. He had accepted his own weakness and died a weakling. Looking for some strength Sabishi doubted his clan ever had.

For now he was sitting on top of the back of a sled. His dark coat buttoned tightly with the back of it flapping behind him in the hot sands. The mornings work was over. He had been paid and his loot was bundled under a tarp tied down to the sled. A pair of goggles were over his eyes to keep the sand at bay and his headband was being used to cover his mouth and nose. Allowing for hampered but manageable breathing. A dust cloud kicking up behind the sled as it crested a dune. In front of him was a construction puppet he had rented from the company in order to complete assignments for them for a percentage of his daily pay. The thing was a simple humanoid thing even if it was a bit thicker than any man if only to transport heavier objects. Its treadmill wheels were kicking sand out either side of the sled it dragged at a steady pace as all Sabishi had to do was keep the puppet strings active. It clattered along much like any puppet of moderate or lesser make would but it made good time through the sand. He would of course clean it and maintain it himself later. He was a bit of an engineer/inventor after all.

However as he approached the village he would slow his pace to a steady jogging pace and the clattering would die down to a low hum. As he decreased his speed he would raise his goggles and lower his headband around his neck as he looked around. At this speed the sand wouldn't kick up nearly as much. Instead he picked his water pouch off of the hand rail and took a long drink of it before something caught his ears. He would listen as it grew louder. A simple but elegant tune of an instrument. A flute maybe? It was outside the wall with him so he would figure it might be a traveling show. Interested he would steer towards the sound. Having expected a crowd he was rather surprised when he found it was just a farmer there. Playing a beautiful tune. He would slide up nearby and cut the strings bringing the puppet and sled to a halt. He would dismount as he brushed his coat off and smiled. Folding his hands in front of him and listening until he was noticed.

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