OOC: Get strong by just relaxing and eating out, do not worry about post order unless you talking or interacting with someone, come one, come all, let's just eat out

Makoto was tired of the desert as he entered the border camp tent with the smell of food in the air there were many open tables, which amounted to about twenty tables with only about four or five people here since he had come early. It was a good place to just relax and get down to the forth or fifth love of Makoto's life, the love for food that would never betray him.

Makoto sat at a small table as he swayed his feet at the bottom of the chair as he was waiting for the waiter who looked like a shinobi with his eat out headband, until Makoto noticed it was not a shinobi headband, but just normal eating place head wear to avoid having their hair fall into the food. The waiter placed the menu in front of him and he just took a look at it while wondering what to order he just pointed at a random large burger and some juice then the waiter went to go deliver his order to the chef as Makoto just took a deep breathe and began to wonder how life will be once he gets out of this scorched desert.

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Raphael's disdain for the village hidden in the stone was put on hold, he found himself a guest in their camp after helping foil an attack against them as well has recover injured soldier and shinobi from the battlefield. To him there were no borders and shinobi should help where it was needed, however his disdain for the land of stone was not that of it's people. No the boy's disdain comes from the man they call Kage, he had not met the man however word quickly spread among those of the cloud about how the man insulted their Lord Raikage. There was nothing in the world the boy despised more than a disrespect being, the boy would not lie however for the longest time he assumed all of those from the Stone were that way because of their Kage. However the kindness of one inperticual young shinobi from the stone had shown him that not all those from Iwa were that way. Makoto had shown the boy that he was not the only one who believed in helping out whenever is possible if when there was nothing to gain for yourself. It was only for that reason that the boy accepted the offer when it was made, for a chance to find the boy again and talk with him more then they had during their missions together.

The air around the male was filled with tension as many of the Iwa shinobi looked at the white cloaked Shinobi, proudly brandishing his Kumogakure Hitai-Ate on his forehead as he walked through the camp towards the food tent. Many of them most likely had their own disdain for the cloud, or perhaps it was the boy himself. His confidence as he walked, the way he proved to them and their leaders that he was far more skilled than their own shinobi in the last few assignments he had helped them on. No matter the reason he did not trouble himself with concern about it, if they had a problem with him they would just have to get over it. Besides he was a guest in their camp, they would not be foolish enough to disrespect a guest would they? The boy thought to himself as he finally made it to the food tent, a small chuckle to himself as the thought crossed his mind before opening the tent.

Raphael saw the boy he was looking for the moment he walked into the tent, the boy's black hair and kind face obvious to the blonde. Raphael would proceed to move up to where the boy sat, "do you mind if I join you, my friend?" The young blonde would ask the boy, so long as there was no objections the boy would sit down to join him and when they waiter returned with the Makoto's drink and asked the male what he would like the male would answer, "I'll take whatever he is having." While point towards the boy sitting next to him, without looking at the menu or finding out what the boy ordered.

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Makoto was thinking inside his head on a way to improve on the hidden mist jutsu as he began planning a few tricks here and there as he wondered about perhaps moving the hidden mist, or giving it other properties. The hidden mist technique normally just hid your presence from those with a lacking perception, however he felt that there must be more he could do with the hidden mist technique as he started thinking up some new ideas inside his head. He wondered if he could make the mist denser so that it would be even harder for one to see, or if he could make it dense enough to affect enemies physically. He even thought about making it less dense and using it for other properties as well as he began wondering if he could some how fuse his mist technique with some form of fire ninjutsu.

Makoto was waiting for his meal when a young blonde came to greet him as he requested a seating as Makoto looked down at the table. "It's okay if you want to join Raphael-senpai" as he witnessed in the missions earlier he knew that this man was his senior at the very least. The difference in their abilities was like comparing a magical carp in the river to that of an ascended dragon on the wind. As he watched him sit down, it seemed so strange to be sitting with someone outside of a mission as he was trying to get his mind off the troubling war that had occurred and which to this day could still be ongoing violently as he began to wonder if he was even good enough to reach his goals in life.

Makoto was getting nervous and then a distraction appeared, basically his juice finally arrived as he said to the waiter, "Thank you" and then proceeded to take a sip of it through the straw as the waiter took Raphael's order. The orange color may seem nice and you would expect something like orange juice, but taking a sip he knew the truth. This was carrot juice and while it did not show on Makoto's face he felt this was like a punishment on his senses as he took to the carrot juice as if nothing was wrong at all. It was good for his eyes and for Makoto he had so much trouble seeing in the heat of the sun and the hot desert as he felt this was what was best for himself. Though deep down he wanted orange juice instead, but was too stubborn to bother taking what he wanted over what he needed.

He would quietly sip on his drink as he was not really that good with making conversations as he got more nervous. He loved jutsu and he found food to be nice, but he was always lost when it came to generally talking to someone. In the end he would just look at the table, then the waiter and sometimes at Raphael-senpai as he wondered how Raphael was able to do all the things he could.

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