For his decided trip, it only took him a day or two in total before arriving to the wooded areas of the Fire Country, the locale was gorgeous and an interesting change of pace from what he was familiar with.
Overhead from the floor-bed that he traversed on was a canvas of fluttering leaves and the stark bright colors of the sun of early morning breaking through, the surreal sight was something that always left him in a speechless admiration, despite seeing such sights so frequently. It had always grounded him to the world around him, the reality of things and how everything had some degree of purpose no matter how big or small. It drew a calm smile to his dreary and drowsily represented face, after-all he wasn’t much to look at.
Some time passed while he strolled through the woods, hearing crickets and other wild-life in the distance but nothing ever necessarily drawing near out of sheer factor that they didn’t know him, nor he knew them. A respectful exchange that required no words and no show of force by either party.
Of course it helped that the man was dressed in some guising clothes, with greens, browns and greys that aided in blending with the world around him- Truth be told though, it was not planned this way. Simply what he had in possession for travel-gear, allowing him to look the part without appearing to be a shinobi in any way. It helped he figured, knowing he wasn’t in his villages area and he wasn’t necessarily the strongest opponent in the world; he had to make compromises to ensure he was able to return after his shopping trip. And so he continued his trek to the nearest town, the crunch of his hiking boots singing in repetition against the foliage of the grounds beneath him.
"Thank you~ This should be perfect!" Shieo had exclaimed as best as he could through the extent of his monotone vocal range. It was amusing, but he tried. Upon leaving the shop the sight of the small village came into perspective once more, everything seemed to keep so fresh in his mind. The people strolling about mid-day like that had not a care in the world. The streets were clean, the houses rustic and aged like fine wine. It was admirable, but such as they say. All good things must come to an end; in Shieo’s case, peacefully.
Having gotten to the ‘entry’ of the village he was given farewell by the guards and friendly smiles. He figured it certainly helped that he wore no appearance of a shinobi, but as a mere passerby. Which for the most part, that’s all he was at the moment, no missions, no assassinations, just him and the road- And soon a lake. As from the shop he had acquired a handful of supplies meant for exactly that, fishing.
Half a day had passed through the efforts of his above average foot-work, at least in comparison to a normal non-trained human. A lake was afore him as he sat at the edge of the waters, the line cast out and his lax appearance had stared at the rippling waters as it lulled him into a sense of serenity.
[MFT]
[WC =542]
Overhead from the floor-bed that he traversed on was a canvas of fluttering leaves and the stark bright colors of the sun of early morning breaking through, the surreal sight was something that always left him in a speechless admiration, despite seeing such sights so frequently. It had always grounded him to the world around him, the reality of things and how everything had some degree of purpose no matter how big or small. It drew a calm smile to his dreary and drowsily represented face, after-all he wasn’t much to look at.
Some time passed while he strolled through the woods, hearing crickets and other wild-life in the distance but nothing ever necessarily drawing near out of sheer factor that they didn’t know him, nor he knew them. A respectful exchange that required no words and no show of force by either party.
Of course it helped that the man was dressed in some guising clothes, with greens, browns and greys that aided in blending with the world around him- Truth be told though, it was not planned this way. Simply what he had in possession for travel-gear, allowing him to look the part without appearing to be a shinobi in any way. It helped he figured, knowing he wasn’t in his villages area and he wasn’t necessarily the strongest opponent in the world; he had to make compromises to ensure he was able to return after his shopping trip. And so he continued his trek to the nearest town, the crunch of his hiking boots singing in repetition against the foliage of the grounds beneath him.
"Thank you~ This should be perfect!" Shieo had exclaimed as best as he could through the extent of his monotone vocal range. It was amusing, but he tried. Upon leaving the shop the sight of the small village came into perspective once more, everything seemed to keep so fresh in his mind. The people strolling about mid-day like that had not a care in the world. The streets were clean, the houses rustic and aged like fine wine. It was admirable, but such as they say. All good things must come to an end; in Shieo’s case, peacefully.
Having gotten to the ‘entry’ of the village he was given farewell by the guards and friendly smiles. He figured it certainly helped that he wore no appearance of a shinobi, but as a mere passerby. Which for the most part, that’s all he was at the moment, no missions, no assassinations, just him and the road- And soon a lake. As from the shop he had acquired a handful of supplies meant for exactly that, fishing.
Half a day had passed through the efforts of his above average foot-work, at least in comparison to a normal non-trained human. A lake was afore him as he sat at the edge of the waters, the line cast out and his lax appearance had stared at the rippling waters as it lulled him into a sense of serenity.
[MFT]
[WC =542]
