Shibirin had experienced a long troublesome situation the other night, when the new Kazekage had woke the entire town with her wonderful display of fireworks that pleased most but Shibirin. Well, it wasn't that he hated the display, but he was just cranky that he had been woken up so late at night and wasn't himself much at the time. Today, however, was a new day. His mother had gone on for days bickering with him about his actions and how he needs to treat others, especially high ranking people with more respect next time. Though this thought kept creeping in his head, Shibirin tried his best to forget it, and what better way to do so than head on down to the cemetery.
He didn't bother to pack any rescourses, for it wasn't far from his house and he wasn't planning on staying there for long. As he came towards the entrance of the cemetery, he could make out a small figure, no larger than his, within the area. By the looks of things, the boy had put himself to sleep. Shibirin decided to creep in the cemetery without waking up the boy, before slowly making his way towards his father's grave. He knelt down in front of it and read his head stone in his mind. It read, 'Here lies the body of Tasyuaga, founder of the Genko clan. Mother, unknown, father, unkown. No relatives on record. Born on 12 of December, died on the 24th of June, R.I.P'. A tear ran down Shibirin's cheek. Oh how he wished his father was alive, he missed him dearly.
Shibirin decided to not let his emotions take the better of him. He replaced his frown with a smirk and wiped the streem of tears dry. He took out a rose from his back pocket and rested it on his father's headstone, before standing up on his feet and heading towards the other boy. He kicked his feet lightly enough to wake him up but not enough to hurt him. Depending on how deep a sleep the boy was in. To help this, he also spoke out loud, "Hey you, you ok there kid?" well asure that he may be talking to himself.