It was a fine day. The sun was high in the sky, and a soft breeze blew through the village hidden in the sand, giving it a cooler feeling. Clouds were in the sky, white and fluffy, concealing some of the rays from the sun to keep heat regulated. It was doing so well, in fact, many people actually wore clothing that had a bit more surface area, since it wasn't blistering heat today. It was a very enjoyable temperature. The type of weather many people used to go outside and train or even just play around. Not Anon, thought. The purple haired ninja was laying around his house, all dressed up in his normal wear but with nothing to do. He had alienated himself from his friends and many others so he didn't actually have anyone to spend time with, or train with. He didn't want to train alone again, that had worn him out and sort of lost the magic from before. He just couldn't keep himself motivated. He hated to admit it, but he missed when Sutaka would motivate him to do better and to better himself. It was just too hard sometimes to make himself rise up to a challenge and beat it. Or to get out of his funk. He needed to get out of this place. With a shake of his head and a sigh, Anon sat up on his bed and then stood, making his way to the door. He'd slip his feet into his sandals before making his way out of his apartment and into the hallway of his building.

He made his way through the hall to the stairwell and began to descend, pondering on what he was going to do to keep himself interested once he got outside. There was always plenty to do, but for someone with no friends save for one to speak of, it was going to be challenging. He'd do something with Sutaka, but he hadn't actually heard from the  guy in months or longer, so that was going to be a no go. He didn't actually know what to do and as he reached the street and looked around, he still hadn't the foggiest notion of what he could do for the day to ease his mind and keep himself entertained. With a bit of a shrug to himself, he began walking aimlessly through the market district, into the grand bazaar's inner workings.

He was walking a few minutes when he reached a medium-sized tavern, with a giant sign on the front reading: "The Bazaar Place". It was most likely a play on words. Bazaar, meaning 'bizarre', or strange. And the title itself meaning it was a strange place, but also located in the center of the Grand Bazaar. Definitely one of the most sought after places for a business and quite the exceptional place if one looked inside and took note of the tone. With another shrug, the young shinobi made his way into the tavern, sauntering over to a booth in the back, waving for a barmaiden who spotted him. He quietly nodded when she asked if he'd like to try their house sake, and watched her run off to collect other orders before seeing to his.

The over all mood of the place was enjoyable. Friends were laughing and jaunting with each other. People were playing pool and card games, while others had drinking contests. It was a bit rowdy at times, but definitely the place to be for fun and who knows? Perhaps fated meetings. He chuckled at this thought and thanked the barmaiden who arrived with a bottle of sake and the small porcelain glasses used to drink it. It was a bit more 'fanciful' than the drinks the other patrons had, but he hadn't actually planned to drink so he didn't want to make a real decision. He poured himself his first shot of sake and drank it down, smiling as he looked around.

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