After finishing up asking around about ore pricing in the market stalls of the Dawnbringer's Plaza, Iwakajiya Kurogane decided to take a relaxing stroll around the district, admiring the architecture of the village in general. Ever since he moved here from the Fire Country he's been finding the ambiance of the village interesting. It was the perfect place for a Kyoujouran, with mountains as the main theme of the village, the earth and sky the gods, in a way.
Though from his endeavors at the marketplace he realized his luck was worse as it has ever been. The one thing he was good at trading happened to be the most commonly traded resource in this country. Perhaps it really was a good thing he signed up to become a shinobi of the village. This way he had something to keep him occupied again aside from just living alone in the forest. Well, he wasn't alone the entire time...
Where was Senka, anyway? She seemed to have already integrated herself in the village, perhaps a lot faster than he did himself, but that was to be expected. She was much younger than he was, and although he was not exactly decrepit, he was still getting used to the fact that he was a regular Jounin again. It brought back memories to wear a village sigil on his head, though this new symbol was a strange one. The leaf of Konoha was no masterpiece, but it seemed to be more interesting than a few blotches pretending to be clouds, but perhaps that was just his own opinion. He tightened his headgear all the same, and wore it with pride.
The Kyoujouran's pale blue eyes scanned aimlessly around the area while his feet told him where the people around him were walking. Sometimes he missed being able to see without having to exert himself, but he was glad his worst days were over, when he used to find walking around without his sensei's eyes very difficult and graceless. Now he probably convinced people that he could see like any other, until they take a closer look at his eyes and realize he was never looking at anything in particular.
He felt a chill in the air, which was generally the case in the Lightning Country, at least in his opinion, but he learned quickly that this particular chill meant it was getting dark. Maybe he should go looking for Senka before going to their new home, though he felt she could take care of herself by now, after all the training conferred to her.
[Marked for Training, 431 words]
Though from his endeavors at the marketplace he realized his luck was worse as it has ever been. The one thing he was good at trading happened to be the most commonly traded resource in this country. Perhaps it really was a good thing he signed up to become a shinobi of the village. This way he had something to keep him occupied again aside from just living alone in the forest. Well, he wasn't alone the entire time...
Where was Senka, anyway? She seemed to have already integrated herself in the village, perhaps a lot faster than he did himself, but that was to be expected. She was much younger than he was, and although he was not exactly decrepit, he was still getting used to the fact that he was a regular Jounin again. It brought back memories to wear a village sigil on his head, though this new symbol was a strange one. The leaf of Konoha was no masterpiece, but it seemed to be more interesting than a few blotches pretending to be clouds, but perhaps that was just his own opinion. He tightened his headgear all the same, and wore it with pride.
The Kyoujouran's pale blue eyes scanned aimlessly around the area while his feet told him where the people around him were walking. Sometimes he missed being able to see without having to exert himself, but he was glad his worst days were over, when he used to find walking around without his sensei's eyes very difficult and graceless. Now he probably convinced people that he could see like any other, until they take a closer look at his eyes and realize he was never looking at anything in particular.
He felt a chill in the air, which was generally the case in the Lightning Country, at least in his opinion, but he learned quickly that this particular chill meant it was getting dark. Maybe he should go looking for Senka before going to their new home, though he felt she could take care of herself by now, after all the training conferred to her.
[Marked for Training, 431 words]