1 A Sight to Behold [Private] Sat Jul 22, 2017 2:14 am
Renier
D-rank
A few of the more notable areas of Kumogakure no Sato had went unexplored by Renier, for the week and a half he had spent thus far within the village – for a prolonged period of time – had been spent mentally blueprinting the general roads and pathways of the village. Today, or rather this afternoon, just an hour before sunset, the male stood before one of the various edges of the village – having inched his way toward it upon his approach. His eyes gazed out towards the west, where the sun would eventually set within the hour. While he had never been able to see the sight of the sun setting in the west, Renier always took the chance to enjoy the peace and quiet he could find roughly around the time of said noise. For while it was quiet in the current area Renier occupied, he knew just a few steps back – roughly ten – and he would re-join civilization for the evening that came forward with it.
With eyes that could not see what the normal individual could see, Renier’s senses were more attuned to his four working senses – smell, touch, taste, and sound – three of them were used on a regular basis and were applicable now. Renier could hear the aimless chatter coming from just over the distance he had from the main pathway, could smell the aromas coming from the nearby diners, and could feel the gust of wind breezing against his person, causing his hair to lift up from its normal position and blow towards his left.
Tonight he had no plans, for Renier didn’t exactly indulge himself in the particular activities that came from the nightlife of the village. Heading to a bar or restaurant for a drink or meal was the most he would extend himself toward, before eventually convincing himself to settle for a more peaceful and quiet location where he could be with his thoughts and in complete peace. Like the previous week and a half, Renier would likely spend the remainder of his evening walking about, familiarizing himself even further with the village of Kumogakure no Sato that eventually it would become second nature – especially without having conventional eyesight.
With his white hair continually being blown by the breeze, often touching the black cloth of his long-sleeved shirt. Renier wasn’t much for fashion, for what was fashion to one who couldn’t see what they were wearing? Comfort and simplicity was what he usually defaulted to, accentuated by the khakis and black shoes he wore for the night. Nothing that would designate his as a shinobi, but there was no point in being dressed for such when he knew nothing would happen that would need his interference. An ambush against the village, one of the worse possible outcomes, meant he could do very little, for only those of significant strength would take that risk. Tonight, there was absolutely nothing Renier had to worry about.
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With eyes that could not see what the normal individual could see, Renier’s senses were more attuned to his four working senses – smell, touch, taste, and sound – three of them were used on a regular basis and were applicable now. Renier could hear the aimless chatter coming from just over the distance he had from the main pathway, could smell the aromas coming from the nearby diners, and could feel the gust of wind breezing against his person, causing his hair to lift up from its normal position and blow towards his left.
Tonight he had no plans, for Renier didn’t exactly indulge himself in the particular activities that came from the nightlife of the village. Heading to a bar or restaurant for a drink or meal was the most he would extend himself toward, before eventually convincing himself to settle for a more peaceful and quiet location where he could be with his thoughts and in complete peace. Like the previous week and a half, Renier would likely spend the remainder of his evening walking about, familiarizing himself even further with the village of Kumogakure no Sato that eventually it would become second nature – especially without having conventional eyesight.
With his white hair continually being blown by the breeze, often touching the black cloth of his long-sleeved shirt. Renier wasn’t much for fashion, for what was fashion to one who couldn’t see what they were wearing? Comfort and simplicity was what he usually defaulted to, accentuated by the khakis and black shoes he wore for the night. Nothing that would designate his as a shinobi, but there was no point in being dressed for such when he knew nothing would happen that would need his interference. An ambush against the village, one of the worse possible outcomes, meant he could do very little, for only those of significant strength would take that risk. Tonight, there was absolutely nothing Renier had to worry about.
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