The streets of kumogakure were busy on this evening while Zetsume was taking a stroll. The people were moving fast to complete their jobs in a timely manner. As any good village is, it is these people that make it run. Shinobi like Zetsume were dime a dozen, expendable body bags to fuel others desires sometimes. While he would kill anyone that threatened his village, he still thought of them while walking. Zetsume was deep in thought with his hands in his jeans while his puffy jacked obscured his face only slightly. He was on his way towards the thunder grounds in hopes to train himself to higher strengths. Repede was close behind him, an ever so faithful dog. The two had been inseparable for quite sometime, though to be honest it is mostly because the two really only had one another's company. Zetsume, unlike his friend, was a distant man that did not like being the center of the spotlight. That would explain why he is never dressed as a Jounin of his village should, most would not know he was a shinobi unless told by a friend. Zetsume preferred it that way, less he had to interact with people the better. If one were to approach him however he would not be rude and turn down a conversation. The people were all passing by hardly even noticing Zetsume, in fact Repede got a lot of attention from people. Being the dog he is, enjoyed every second of it before catching back up to Zetsume. While in the walls the dog was a friendly go lucky kind of pooch that enjoyed all lovings from people. Zetsume was not going to wait behind while his dog got attention, he would press on to the Thunder Grounds. From where he was, there were small shops and restaurants all around. He was nearing the walls and once he was outside it was a good run before reaching his training spot. He liked it out there as the lightning always gave a reminder to stay on alert. Zetsume decided he should eat before venturing further and stopped by a local ramen shop. Sitting on a booth with Repede next to him, Zetsume ordered two large ramen bowls with all the meats possible. The two enjoyed their food with such delight as the flavors were cooked well, it was his first time eating at this shop and wouldn't be his last. The cook turned to Zetsume after he finished eating to ask a question, "what brings you two to the edges of these parts"

Zetsume whiped his mouth clean before replying to the man that he was trying to get there to train. He told this amazing cook about how he was a shinobi trying to get stronger. The older gentleman cook laughed and told Zetsume that the meal was free. Zetsume tried over and over to pay the man but he never did accept it. With a reluctant sigh, Zetsume left the place with a full belly that would carry him through the day.

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