The two shinobi rose from their seats at the sound of food, and made a beeline for the area in which the wonderful smell of food came from. Everyone was in a way excited and eager to enjoy the leisure time, because it was sure to be brief. They walked through the town. The market area was a lively place once, or at least he presumed, he was glade he could help in saving the little that was left, he was sure they would begin the reconstruction soon, but now it was time for Kenji to reconstruct his stomach, setting the foundation with food.
They arrived to the bay, several fryers sat atop a long stand, serving the fresh fish. Some were fried and others were boiled, and with the pleasant scent, probably seasoned to perfection. The shinobi's stomach began yelling, getting more excited the closer he got to the his plate. He was worried that someone might mistake the loud grumbling of his stomach with the screams of someone in trouble. The shinobi in full ANBU gear struck a conversation with Zanto once more as to distract from his loud stomach, "A beer huh." Kenji had heard the declaration of Zanto's desire for the foamy beverage, Kenji knew that he enjoyed beer, but Jenito didn't. "You like beer. Well, there's been a lot of talk going around with the platoon members knowing of a tribe that has a still nearby, a few miles due west of here, you'll know it from the smell. After we get our plate, we can head down there. But be cautious, I heard these guys and girls can be quite unpredictable, and mischievous."
Kenji finally got his plate, the fish was still hot, as he could see the steam flowing from the scales. The fish was moist with oil and garnished with pepper and a little rosemary. Kenji looked at the single fish with disappointment, it was only one. "This will not satisfy my stomach..." Kenji didn't want to seem ungrateful and selfish, he knew there were many people to feed, so he walked off with his single fish, making due. As he moved down the stand the succulent seafood dish was capped off with some rice and mushrooms, making the plate more full and appetizing. He ate the fish with his hands, taking his time though, as he wanted to make the fish count. The rice and mushrooms complemented the fish, making it more fulfilling. The ANBU agent turned away from Zanto and everyone else as he ate. He had to lift his mask slightly to truly enjoy the meal. As he was still chewing on fish, rice, and mushrooms, he spoke in a sinister voice that everyone around would hear, "If anyone sees my face, I'll have no choice but to kill you." He said, completely serious. This war might have been important to Kiri, but his identity was just as important to Kumo. If his identity was ever revealed, it was compromise the national security of the village hidden in the clouds greatly.
Kenji finished his delicious lunch. He placed his mask back on his face, he turned to Zanto, who was close to finished as well. "How about we get a cold beverage?" Kenji said, subtly referring to the beer that Zanto had expressed a want for. Kenji was pretty interested in meeting the tribe that sold the beer, could they have been as bizarre as he was told.