1 No Shoes, No Shirt? Fan Service! [Private/NK] Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:40 pm
Komorebi
D-rank
The sun beams would always peak through the lightly dusted boards of the ceiling in the mornings. The Iwagakure shinobi would immediately sit up from his slumber, stretching his arms out to each side in a ‘Y’ formation before immediately rolling off the side of his bed and catching himself on one hand just before hitting the wooden floor. From this point he would do fifty one-armed push-ups with each arm. He would then leap to his feet, in one fluid motion and bow to his punching bag before unleashing the potent strength of morning youth upon it. With every repetitive mix-up, he would practice a unique breathing method to empower himself, in addition to unleashing small amounts of his chakra flow into the attacks. At the height of ferocity a small flicker of green glow would occasionally burst forth from his powerful body. This was a snippet of the massive training regiment the young man diligently adhered to. It was only afterwards that he would freshen himself up and pull open the small closet he had been using for clothes. It was in that moment he noticed he didn’t own a single shirt. Had they all been left behind? Do you live like this? He grabbed some money and readied himself for a much needed adventure to the grand market district of Konoha.
Just a nice pair of cargo shorts and his plain bare chest and feet were all that he wore out. His tattoos were elaborate, covering a good bit of his torso, which might have excused if only slightly, his apparent shirtlessness. It was also a rather warm day. The issue, which Komorebi was entirely unaware of, was his body tended to draw too much attention in a positive way. The fragility of most people’s self-image made them easily able to be shattered. It was like a bizarre passive ability. Rude men who felt threatened, gawking women who felt uncomfortable with their eyes drawing toward his body. All of this, and Komorebi was none the wiser. He had no conception of why anyone would behave any different toward him. Some shops implicitly disallowed anyone to come in without a shirt. With a frown and a sigh, he would immediately flip around with a revitalized expression and dip into another store.
This shop was big. It had clothing for men, women and children. It even had a section for big and tall. It was lovely that they were more inclusive. Komorebi walked around for a few minutes, taking his time and taking in the sights. He always smiles gentl at people who made eye contact with him. Friendliness was important in a world with so much hostility. Though he was a proud shinobi, he tended to leave his headband home when not attending to missions. It was surely not the best idea to represent another village in the deeper community areas of any place.
He eventually found himself lost in the men’s section of the store sifting through all sorts of different designer tops. He had the money for any number of them, but he truly wasn’t interested in being wasteful. He could get a shirt for much cheaper than those prices. He continued to sift through, taking a few out that he liked at least slightly. He was absolutely immersed in this tedious art. Why couldn’t it be standard fare to just go topless?
WC: 576
Just a nice pair of cargo shorts and his plain bare chest and feet were all that he wore out. His tattoos were elaborate, covering a good bit of his torso, which might have excused if only slightly, his apparent shirtlessness. It was also a rather warm day. The issue, which Komorebi was entirely unaware of, was his body tended to draw too much attention in a positive way. The fragility of most people’s self-image made them easily able to be shattered. It was like a bizarre passive ability. Rude men who felt threatened, gawking women who felt uncomfortable with their eyes drawing toward his body. All of this, and Komorebi was none the wiser. He had no conception of why anyone would behave any different toward him. Some shops implicitly disallowed anyone to come in without a shirt. With a frown and a sigh, he would immediately flip around with a revitalized expression and dip into another store.
This shop was big. It had clothing for men, women and children. It even had a section for big and tall. It was lovely that they were more inclusive. Komorebi walked around for a few minutes, taking his time and taking in the sights. He always smiles gentl at people who made eye contact with him. Friendliness was important in a world with so much hostility. Though he was a proud shinobi, he tended to leave his headband home when not attending to missions. It was surely not the best idea to represent another village in the deeper community areas of any place.
He eventually found himself lost in the men’s section of the store sifting through all sorts of different designer tops. He had the money for any number of them, but he truly wasn’t interested in being wasteful. He could get a shirt for much cheaper than those prices. He continued to sift through, taking a few out that he liked at least slightly. He was absolutely immersed in this tedious art. Why couldn’t it be standard fare to just go topless?
WC: 576