"Apples, Kiwi's and bread right dad?" Nova asked his father who was in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for the soup. "That's correct son!" he heard from the kitchen and would then tell where he could find some money to go to the market. "Treat yourself to something!" He heard a moment after and just when Nova went through the hallway he saw his older brother leaving the building too. "You going?!" Nova called out to him and his brother snickered before replying. "That's right! I will become a Genin soon! So I need to make sure I keep on training!" It made Nova all the more willing to go to the academy the quicker. Tomorrow was his first big day there, but thanks to his mother, father and big brother he knew some of the basics already. Specially through his brother as they often showed each other as to what they learned.
To teach himself the habit of bringing his stuff everywhere, he placed the quiver on his waist again, the bow ready on the make shift weapon holder on his shoulder. The bow wasn't having any tension, so it wasn't directly combat ready, but nova had been pracitcing to get that combat ready as soon as he could. He also placed his gloves into the little pouch before he headed out the door.
The market streets were busling and very much occupied and to tell the truth, he had a little trouble navigating through the place. " Man..." he complained a bit before he stepped again to the side before being walked off his feet. gritting his teeth a little he would just wait there till it would get a little less crowded.
MFT: 285
To teach himself the habit of bringing his stuff everywhere, he placed the quiver on his waist again, the bow ready on the make shift weapon holder on his shoulder. The bow wasn't having any tension, so it wasn't directly combat ready, but nova had been pracitcing to get that combat ready as soon as he could. He also placed his gloves into the little pouch before he headed out the door.
The market streets were busling and very much occupied and to tell the truth, he had a little trouble navigating through the place. " Man..." he complained a bit before he stepped again to the side before being walked off his feet. gritting his teeth a little he would just wait there till it would get a little less crowded.
MFT: 285