1 Another Day, Another New Face [Aoi | Private | No Kill | Social] Sat Apr 15, 2017 8:34 am
Kuno
D-rank
I hate crowds.
It was the first thought that came to the young Uchiha’s mind as he rounded the corner onto the street where the village’s Grand Bazaar sat. It was packed with people all bustling about, lost in their own worlds of thought. Each of them had their own goal, their own reason for being here that day; Kuno wished they had all just stayed home. Sighing, the nineteen year old waded into the sea of bodies that filled the large market area. He had come to the Grand Bazaar today with one goal of his own in mind: find a sword to purchase as his own. Kuno had spent a great deal of time and energy of the past nine years learning the art of Kenjutsu, and now that he was finally a full fledged Genin of Sunagakure no Sato, he had decided that it was time to purchase a blade of his own. That way he could stop borrowing the poor excuses for swords that the academy would have granted him for a nearly non-existent price. His mother had given him a decent sum on ryo as a graduation gift and he was ready to spend it; even if it did not get him a masterwork blade, at least he would have something to start his career as a ninja.
As he walked on, pushing through the swathes of people that seemed to saturate the entire area, he glanced up at the morning sun. It’s going to be another scorching hot day today…who would have guessed. He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he looked down at his outfit, a standard one for the Uchiha. He was wearing his sandals, which was about the only thing that made sense for him to wear. On top of that he had a pair of black pants on with a red strip that ran down the left leg. For a shirt, he had only a white sleeveless shirt on, which would have been alright on its own. But on top of that Kuno had donned his black, hooded jacket, which was currently open, for the heat of the day. He reached up and adjusted his forehead protected, hoping that hacing it out like it was would make people move a little it. After all, he thought to himself, I'm a shinobi of this village now...that means people will respect me a little more. Right?
The young shinobi continued his way through the crowd, trying his hardest to find somewhere that he could buy a weapon of some sort. He knew where most of the blacksmiths had shops on the huge market area, but as he glanced around, he found that he had become hopelessly lost in the sea of faces that swirled around him. I. Hate. Crowds. Now beginning to get ever so slightly angry, Kuno pushed his way past the people forcefully, hoping that he could simply get to the edge of the crowd somewhere. Eventually, he broke through the edge of where yet hopeful more people were forcing their way into the Grand Bazaar. Kuno shook his head and stepped over to a nearby stack of crates, hopping up on them to sit and regain his composure before venturing back into the chaos before him.
He sighed yet again, glancing at the crowd he had escaped on his left, and then over to the more empty streets on his right. And here I was hoping this would be a quick trip…
WC: 592
It was the first thought that came to the young Uchiha’s mind as he rounded the corner onto the street where the village’s Grand Bazaar sat. It was packed with people all bustling about, lost in their own worlds of thought. Each of them had their own goal, their own reason for being here that day; Kuno wished they had all just stayed home. Sighing, the nineteen year old waded into the sea of bodies that filled the large market area. He had come to the Grand Bazaar today with one goal of his own in mind: find a sword to purchase as his own. Kuno had spent a great deal of time and energy of the past nine years learning the art of Kenjutsu, and now that he was finally a full fledged Genin of Sunagakure no Sato, he had decided that it was time to purchase a blade of his own. That way he could stop borrowing the poor excuses for swords that the academy would have granted him for a nearly non-existent price. His mother had given him a decent sum on ryo as a graduation gift and he was ready to spend it; even if it did not get him a masterwork blade, at least he would have something to start his career as a ninja.
As he walked on, pushing through the swathes of people that seemed to saturate the entire area, he glanced up at the morning sun. It’s going to be another scorching hot day today…who would have guessed. He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he looked down at his outfit, a standard one for the Uchiha. He was wearing his sandals, which was about the only thing that made sense for him to wear. On top of that he had a pair of black pants on with a red strip that ran down the left leg. For a shirt, he had only a white sleeveless shirt on, which would have been alright on its own. But on top of that Kuno had donned his black, hooded jacket, which was currently open, for the heat of the day. He reached up and adjusted his forehead protected, hoping that hacing it out like it was would make people move a little it. After all, he thought to himself, I'm a shinobi of this village now...that means people will respect me a little more. Right?
The young shinobi continued his way through the crowd, trying his hardest to find somewhere that he could buy a weapon of some sort. He knew where most of the blacksmiths had shops on the huge market area, but as he glanced around, he found that he had become hopelessly lost in the sea of faces that swirled around him. I. Hate. Crowds. Now beginning to get ever so slightly angry, Kuno pushed his way past the people forcefully, hoping that he could simply get to the edge of the crowd somewhere. Eventually, he broke through the edge of where yet hopeful more people were forcing their way into the Grand Bazaar. Kuno shook his head and stepped over to a nearby stack of crates, hopping up on them to sit and regain his composure before venturing back into the chaos before him.
He sighed yet again, glancing at the crowd he had escaped on his left, and then over to the more empty streets on his right. And here I was hoping this would be a quick trip…
WC: 592