1 Passing of the Torch, Retirement[Michi] Sun Jan 21, 2018 1:47 pm
Sasijimi
D-rank
He'd finally made it, he'd reached the village hidden in the leaves at long last! Well, he'd reached it the night before and was waking up from a long fourteen hour sleep. It was already mid-day before Sasijimi's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling of the inn he had taken a bed in the previous night. The Mitarashi sat up, yawning, trying to stretch out his tired limbs. He'd spent so much time on the journey from Sunagakure no Sato to reach the leaf, and it wasn't without its consequences. Soon he'd be able to relax all he wanted though, and would never have to travel such a way again. At least, that's what he was hoping for. One could never be too sure anymore. Fate was a lie and tomorrow was never guaranteed. Sasijimi stood up, stretching once more, before he went about getting dressed in his normal clothing. He made to grab his Kusarigama and Gunbai, strapping the latter to his back via the rope he had attached to it, made of fine hemp. The kusarigama was clasped to his belt with the chain coiled up. He had no intention of using the weapons, but having them made him feel a bit better, and he might even meet who he would pass them onto!
The Mitarashi left the inn, to be greeted by the warm sun of a Konoha mid-day. The trees around the village blew in the wind, singing the call of nature to those who listened. While the people of the village went about their business as though everything was as it should be in the world, completely ignorant to the destruction of the sand that could very well still be going on. Regardless, Sasijimi made it a point to just keep his head down, making his way to a nice shaded spot beneath a tree near a ramen stand. He wasn't hungry yet, due to only waking up minutes ago, but would be close when he got the need to feed. Still, he'd lean his right shoulder against the tree on its left side, keeping his eyes on the path the citizens of the leaf would walk. His hues searching their faces for signs of promise, of someone to carry on his will so that he could retire.
The Mitarashi left the inn, to be greeted by the warm sun of a Konoha mid-day. The trees around the village blew in the wind, singing the call of nature to those who listened. While the people of the village went about their business as though everything was as it should be in the world, completely ignorant to the destruction of the sand that could very well still be going on. Regardless, Sasijimi made it a point to just keep his head down, making his way to a nice shaded spot beneath a tree near a ramen stand. He wasn't hungry yet, due to only waking up minutes ago, but would be close when he got the need to feed. Still, he'd lean his right shoulder against the tree on its left side, keeping his eyes on the path the citizens of the leaf would walk. His hues searching their faces for signs of promise, of someone to carry on his will so that he could retire.