A sunday like any other, that's what the day seemed to be. It wasn't bad for Kegare though, who for once woke up without having had either a bad dream or too much pain. It seemed to be one of those days where his pain seemed to have passed the worst point and subsided a bit, which in turn gave the older man some time to take a breather and get his head straight.

While he took a shower, feeling the warm water flow over his skin, course through the wounds that covered both his body and face, Kegare actually found the sensation soothing rather than unbearably annoying. It was a certain relief that the pain was dulled down a bit, which the genin attributed to his more regular exercises and his more active way of living that he had taken up for himself.

"Hmm, the pain may be less ugly, but that doesn't go the same way for my wounds though," he moped a slight bit, brushing his teeth, combing his hair and affixing his signature smiling mask to his face.

For his attire, he'd just go with his usual extravagant three piece suite, boots and hat. After all, there was no point in having taste if you didn't show you had it. As he handled his gloves and straightened his bow tie, Kegare got his keys and went out of his appartment to head on over to the Bazaar, hoping to find some interesting stuff at the sunday market.

If he was any lucky, there might've been a stand with scrolls and other wares for shinobi, which was in this day and age a good business and with the old man having decided to take up his training again, anything that would be an asset was interesting.

At the Bazaar though, the masked shinobi was quite surprised by the amount of people already awake at the early hours, with thousands of people already scouring through the stalls and stands and checking out each and every vendor's wares and products. Kegare himself was doing the same as well, looking over all the stalls to find something that might've been interesting.

One of the stalls promised to have the best kunai's on the market, while another stall promised to have the best possible quality of armor that money could buy. It was rather amusing to walk around on the market when there was so much to see, hear and find.

However, when he had finally found a stall, which he actually found rather interesting, not because it had shinobi tools, but because it had a great selection of books and art, an incident happened which had the potential of truly ruining his day.

A bunch of bad mannered and roughnecked youths decided to annoy the vendor: an old woman who dressed a bit eccentric and stuttered.

Alas, when Kegare wanted to step in, things went from bad to worse, when one of the youths pulled out a kunai and threatened the old woman into handing over all her money and most expensive piece of art which she had for sale, which happened to be an old work from the Yamada Clan, the very thing that had managed to grab Kegare's attention.

"Stop with this nonsense, kids," The masked man looked towards the youths with a stern look in his eyes, but their response was that one of them suddenly gave the old woman a punch in the gut while the others ran off with their haul. "Goddamned, oy kids, stop it... madame, or you alright. Oy, isn't there a damn shinobi to stop those thieves?!"

wc: 616

It seemed that his call for help in regard to the ruffians had luckily been heard by someone who seemed to have been victim of the thieves' brazen behavior as well, with bits and pieces what seemed to be some sort of food sticking to his clothes. Yet, the masked man wasn't someone who'd be easily surprised, certainly not in regards to appearance. What did get his attention though, was the fact that he hadn't seen a thing from which had transpired, it was truly a quick clean up job made by the individual who know stood in the center of a crowd clapping for his swift actions and a bunch of knocked down ruffians crying for their mommy or simply grunting in pain.

"I must say that I am more than impressed by this swift action of yours," Kegare accepted the painting that had been handed over to him, turning around to the old woman of the stall who just barely managed to get back to her feet, still gasping for air after being punched in the gut so brutally by one of the thieves. "Madame, take the money and might I advice going to the local hospital for a check up. Violence against someone of your age is such a typical thing for weakminded buffoons such as those ruffians.

The woman simply nodded, accepted the coin she was handed and decided to quickly clean up her stall and get packing for a visit at the hospital, while some other people helped her to get all her stuff into the bags and onto the cart she had standing behind her stall.

"My apologies for relying on your help, eh..." Kegare scratched his ear for a moment, realizing he had some issues figuring out who he was talking to, but then again it only took him a moment to realize who it was. "Oh, I believe you're the new head of the Kanetsu clan, is it not? Again, my apologies for not introducing myself, I am Kegare, just Kegare given my relationship with my own clan."

Using a handkechief to get rid of some of the dust on his vest, the old masked man took a long, silent look at Raishi, before stretching out his hand towards the young man. "Perhaps you may be interested in having a drink, I know a lovely teahouse nearby. However, first I reckon you might need to refill that bag of yours."

Kegare pointed towards the ruptured brown bag with his gloved hand and let out a soft chuckle. "I reckon I'll have to pay for that, it's the least I can do."

wc: 445
twc: 1061

EXIT

I realise I never used this

TWC: 2003

Strength B-3 to A-0 1000
Speed B-3 to A-0 1000

Unused WC: 3