Sukoshi awoke with the sun glaring in his eyes, getting up slowly he rubbed his eyes and stood up looking out onto Kirigakure skyline. He jumped down off the rooftops and started heading towards his favourite cafe. He looked around at all the busy villagers bustling around him busy in the morning rush. He courteously nodded and waved at some of the more friendlier villagers as the passed by and continued on route.

It was finally as the cafe came into site that he started to think about all the people he has meet so far since becoming a shinobi, it fired him up seeing them all get so much stronger because in his own mind it has seemed lately that he has just been cruising along at the same power not making any progress.

He reached the cafe and pulled up a seat at his regular table. The cafe was only just starting to open but being a regular here Sukoshi was known for waiting even hours before service started just to be the first through the doors of a morning. He laid back enjoying the slow warmth of the morning sun as it started to make it's way up past the horizon and into the sky.

He fiddled with one of his kunai spinning it around his index finger counting how many spins he could get before the kunai stopped. Getting bored and restless after waiting fifteen minutes he started to scout the surrounding area for other shinobi that may be up and about in the early morning. If he couldn't start his training yet maybe he could at least find someone that he might gain knowledge from over breakfast, Sukoshi was never shy about asking questions to further his shinobi skills.

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Upon waking it took Di a few minutes to adjust to the fact that he was breathing air. The lack of constant pressure pressing down from the ocean was unfamiliar, yet thrilling in a way nothing in his previous life had been. He was among the throng of humanity. Just another stranger in the great web that was man's civilization. Rising from his futon Di showered and then dressed. He had just donned his hat when the first pangs of hunger began to make themselves known. The problem Di decided was the meal portions here. Back home he could have simply have ordered his servants to bring him a great white shark broiled whole then garnished with lobster, clam and kelp and a bowl of shrimp. A dish of that calibrate would keep him going for several days. If Di was truly famished he could order a giant squid sauteed with clams....


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The surface world had plenty of fine food on offer and heading out and getting some was a far better decision than to simply sit round and pine for old favorites. So in his formal attire the young detective headed out to break his fast. Kiri being the prosperous nation it was did not disappoint when it came to the colorful nature of it's locals. Workmen with their tools slung over their back brushed shoulders with merchants and sailors all bustling to commence their respective trades. Several poets and philosophers when dealing with the subject of civilization had compared cities to bodies or machines. Di could see the comparison was an apt one. The city functioned through the efforts of it's citizens acting like cogs or cells in order to keep the whole healthy.

Selecting a nice little cafe Di headed in through the open door. The place seemed quiet, which put it quite at odds with the city outside. In fact there was only two individuals present within the establishment. The first was a slight teenager dressed in a manner that wouldn't have been out of place in Di's family manor. Di would have placed him as the son of a conservative noble but the garments didn't seem to possesses quite the level of pomp or the quality of material required for this. The long hair also hinted at either a family of some prestige or a general apathy regarding appearance.

The other person present seemed to be far more of the streets. A furred coat with rings and hair cut short in a practical style. He would not have been out of place as either a mercenary or street thug depending on how legitimately he went about his business. The kuni however hinted at a ninja upbringing. Di didn't know a lot about ninjas, but he was beginning to cotton onto the fact that they were separated into bloodlines. Each 'family' had unique talents and dressed to different levels of formality depending on their station. One thing Di did not like was the way in which the young man was waving a kunai around. He had already been attacked recently by someone who was far too gung ho with their weapons and he didn't want a repeat performance.

"Excuse me but would you mind putting that away please? While I'm sure you have no ill intentions it might look bad to people coming into the cafe to see someone swinging around a knife."

Having addressed Sukoshi he turned to Takahiro.

"Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you know where the cafe's owners are? I was thinking about ordering myself some breakfast and the place seemed open."


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