1 Forging the Future [Invite | NK] Mon Dec 04, 2017 5:23 pm
Raiu Mizuki
Retired
It had been a while since she had been given a day off. With her ending at the hospital, she was unable to escape Lin's worried scolding rant of Kage friendship. The odd mixture of a worried mother, a dutiful Kage and a warm friend had washed over her as she had been stuck to bed. However, the days had otherwise passed rather calmly, earning the occasional visit of her father and friends. Her duties as shinobi had been stapling slowly while she was unable to help out, and upon he release from the hospital she had found herself carrying a heavy burden of patrol duties, additional patrol duties and training on top of her habitual tasks at home. Three weeks had passed now, and she had barely been able to take a breather as she got thrown from one choir into the other. But finally, she had caught up, and she was now leisurely walking through Kumo's shopping district.
Not having shaken off the routine of duty just yet, Mizuki was wearing a simple grey tunic and trousers, feet warmed by solid boots. Her Kumogakure headband was bound tightly to her forehead and kept her long black hair in place on top of its usual protective measures. On top of the tunic, she wore the typical flak jacket of Kumogakure that Lin had given her. It bore the kamon of the Raiu clan, and the symbol of Kumogakure. As usual, her trusted katana rested was positioned around her hip and ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
Unlike most female civilians, Mizuki's day off didn't necessarily consist of grocery shopping and flocking at the clothes shop. Dutiful as she was, she cared a lot for her equipment and had decided that, after an intense few weeks of training and guard duty, that she should visit the local smith for some maintenance materials. And perhaps, since she was there, she'd allow her eyes to feast upon the new collection of katana the smith would certainly have displayed. Even if she wanted to give herself a new weapon of a higher quality, she was just a little too attached to the weapon she had been bearing for so long, and as such she would ultimately refrain herself from spending her hard earned coin at a whims notice - as usual.
When she arrived near the smithies, there seemed to be quite a crowd today. It was so busy that the usual 'taching-taching' of the hammer beating the steel into shape didn't even resonate through the air for a long time as the master smith himself was forced to help out his assistants in the promotion and selling of his wares. Mizuki found it to be an odd experience to perceive, but smiled faintly as she realised this could only mean good business for the shop.
Eventually, she stopped at the smith's, standing a little to the side not too far from a supporting beam, overlooking the crowd in quiet contemplation. As per habit, she rested her hand on her katana, but did little to attract the attention of anyone. She'd speak up once it was a little calmer, allowing her eyes to take in the scenery for the moment. The few stares she was given faded as quickly as they came, the eager customers caring little for a shinobi's business as they expected to be served on the spot.
The forge still hot, black smoke roughly puffed up, ash and cinders throwing the nearby vicinity in a soft dark-grey hue. The anvil nearby bore a hammer, readily available for use and within arm's reach of the rather imposing master smith. Various tuns and crates stood nearby, some filled with coal or water, others with forged weapons and some simply empty and waiting to be used. On and off, the apprentices ran to meet the customer's wishes until they were brushed aside by the customer wishing to 'haggle' with the real expert of the house - as if they ever knew the real value of copper, coal or iron. Even if they successfully haggled down the price, Mizuki knew the master smith still won a pretty ryo out of it all. And this master smith was as shrewd as he was good with his hammer.
726
Total: 726
Not having shaken off the routine of duty just yet, Mizuki was wearing a simple grey tunic and trousers, feet warmed by solid boots. Her Kumogakure headband was bound tightly to her forehead and kept her long black hair in place on top of its usual protective measures. On top of the tunic, she wore the typical flak jacket of Kumogakure that Lin had given her. It bore the kamon of the Raiu clan, and the symbol of Kumogakure. As usual, her trusted katana rested was positioned around her hip and ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.
Unlike most female civilians, Mizuki's day off didn't necessarily consist of grocery shopping and flocking at the clothes shop. Dutiful as she was, she cared a lot for her equipment and had decided that, after an intense few weeks of training and guard duty, that she should visit the local smith for some maintenance materials. And perhaps, since she was there, she'd allow her eyes to feast upon the new collection of katana the smith would certainly have displayed. Even if she wanted to give herself a new weapon of a higher quality, she was just a little too attached to the weapon she had been bearing for so long, and as such she would ultimately refrain herself from spending her hard earned coin at a whims notice - as usual.
When she arrived near the smithies, there seemed to be quite a crowd today. It was so busy that the usual 'taching-taching' of the hammer beating the steel into shape didn't even resonate through the air for a long time as the master smith himself was forced to help out his assistants in the promotion and selling of his wares. Mizuki found it to be an odd experience to perceive, but smiled faintly as she realised this could only mean good business for the shop.
Eventually, she stopped at the smith's, standing a little to the side not too far from a supporting beam, overlooking the crowd in quiet contemplation. As per habit, she rested her hand on her katana, but did little to attract the attention of anyone. She'd speak up once it was a little calmer, allowing her eyes to take in the scenery for the moment. The few stares she was given faded as quickly as they came, the eager customers caring little for a shinobi's business as they expected to be served on the spot.
The forge still hot, black smoke roughly puffed up, ash and cinders throwing the nearby vicinity in a soft dark-grey hue. The anvil nearby bore a hammer, readily available for use and within arm's reach of the rather imposing master smith. Various tuns and crates stood nearby, some filled with coal or water, others with forged weapons and some simply empty and waiting to be used. On and off, the apprentices ran to meet the customer's wishes until they were brushed aside by the customer wishing to 'haggle' with the real expert of the house - as if they ever knew the real value of copper, coal or iron. Even if they successfully haggled down the price, Mizuki knew the master smith still won a pretty ryo out of it all. And this master smith was as shrewd as he was good with his hammer.
726
Total: 726