1 Joy (Shinako/ Invite Only/ No Kill) Wed Jan 18, 2017 8:02 pm
Izayoi H
D-rank
A rather mediocre day, in both weather and productivity. That is how Izayoi would consider this particular day in Konohagakure no Sato, deeming it a rather mediocre time for existence. Yet regardless, he had things to get on with, and thus, went about the day doing the menial tasks he had assigned himself to continue day to day life. Still, his grievances and displeasure at the day wouldn’t stop him from going about with a smile; he had people to meet, and smiles to spread – to Izayoi, joy was as much a weapon as a kunai. And while for now, he had no goal, no method for which to use this weapon, it wouldn’t stop him from storing up the ammunition.
So, dressing himself in his blue and white kimono, and wearing his wooden clogs, Izayoi began preparing the main tasks before heading out for his day. His first priority of course, was getting his hair pristine and neat; spending roughly ten minutes brushing his hair to its full length, before combing it backwards, and tying it up in a ponytail directly behind him, letting the black hair trail down his back. He wrapped his right hand in a cloth, like a bandage, and made his way to the nearest mirror to practise smiling. A few tries, and he was content. So, nodding to himself, he gathered his ninja tools, putting his forehead protector proudly on its place, and weapon satchel at his side, before walking to the front door, then out into the streets. He had tasks to do, starting with the simple objective of retrieving supplies to not starve to death. Food for the week.
After roughly two hours of tomfoolery in a market sales fair that does not need to be elaborated upon for the sake of overdetailing without need, Izayoi was now walking through the streets, with a bag in his left hand containing his groceries. While technically, the Hyuga could return to his home and relax, or get himself a nice lunch, he had other… Tasks. Self-inflicted tasks to be exact. For Izayoi had to find people that his influence would benefit, and in turn, their influence would benefit him. A corrupt method, but, if it isn’t broken. Thus, he kept his smile, nearly tripping as he left to walk throughout the market district. The streets were somewhat bare, with only a dozen people at most per street, and his feet resounded lightly against the cobbles of the ground. The greys of his eyes scanned the area for the chance of something, or someone, interesting, and he found himself soon traversing various streets and roads of the market district in search of something, anything. Of course, if Izayoi wished to guarantee a find, he could simply use the Byakkugan. But, showing proficient use in such a skill… It would perhaps prove inconvenient in the long run, and go against his persona of stupidity. No, for this task he set himself, Izayoi was little more than a dunce.
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So, dressing himself in his blue and white kimono, and wearing his wooden clogs, Izayoi began preparing the main tasks before heading out for his day. His first priority of course, was getting his hair pristine and neat; spending roughly ten minutes brushing his hair to its full length, before combing it backwards, and tying it up in a ponytail directly behind him, letting the black hair trail down his back. He wrapped his right hand in a cloth, like a bandage, and made his way to the nearest mirror to practise smiling. A few tries, and he was content. So, nodding to himself, he gathered his ninja tools, putting his forehead protector proudly on its place, and weapon satchel at his side, before walking to the front door, then out into the streets. He had tasks to do, starting with the simple objective of retrieving supplies to not starve to death. Food for the week.
After roughly two hours of tomfoolery in a market sales fair that does not need to be elaborated upon for the sake of overdetailing without need, Izayoi was now walking through the streets, with a bag in his left hand containing his groceries. While technically, the Hyuga could return to his home and relax, or get himself a nice lunch, he had other… Tasks. Self-inflicted tasks to be exact. For Izayoi had to find people that his influence would benefit, and in turn, their influence would benefit him. A corrupt method, but, if it isn’t broken. Thus, he kept his smile, nearly tripping as he left to walk throughout the market district. The streets were somewhat bare, with only a dozen people at most per street, and his feet resounded lightly against the cobbles of the ground. The greys of his eyes scanned the area for the chance of something, or someone, interesting, and he found himself soon traversing various streets and roads of the market district in search of something, anything. Of course, if Izayoi wished to guarantee a find, he could simply use the Byakkugan. But, showing proficient use in such a skill… It would perhaps prove inconvenient in the long run, and go against his persona of stupidity. No, for this task he set himself, Izayoi was little more than a dunce.
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