Kamaru lifted the last crate and moved it onto the wagon before wiping his brow with a handkerchief. ”That’s it boss, last one.” Kamaru stated standing upright and stretched his back.
An older man far into his 50s nodded and thanked him. Kamaru bowed slightly doing likewise before getting his coat and walking out of the warehouse. Making his way down to a local tavern he saw a group of workers that looked at him and nodded and he returned the gesture before sitting down. As a server moved by he asked for something to eat and a beer. With the order made the group idly chatted about things. The other workers like Kamaru were gathering intel on the area for something they all valued, decent paying jobs. But to do that in the Earth Country with their skill sets they could just lug around crates, or work in blacksmiths and bakeries… granted it wasn’t the first choice of most shinobi but some might enjoy the pace.
For this group it wasn’t the case. From what Kamaru and the others had learned it was easy to find honest work simply be asking politely and respectfully, showing up on time and doing a fair days work got one a fair days pay. It was straight forward and in another life Kamaru would have probably enjoyed doing just this. The merchandise moving to and from the capital increased the closer one got to the capital. More of their numbers had to get jobs since it was getting more complicated to camp out in areas the closer they got to bigger cities. They had found out walking around as normal people without weapons after their last issue made their lives easier. Especially since not a lot of stores sold weapons it was actually odd to see. Kamaru hadn’t really thought about it from his point of view since violence had been around him from an early age. The Country seemed to be doing just fine economically, unlike Leaf City it was easy to find work and there wasn’t a large mass undocumented group of people desperately trying to find food and work.
Kamaru had focused on a few things to help him and the people out. Since it was of a political nature talking to the Daimyo of Earth would be a goal once he was inside the city limits and was able to get a meeting. First he’d have to get in and simply stating the situation and either be turned away or taken in seemed the route to take to get the results he needed. The people of Earth Country were proud, not to be confused with prideful though. They worked hard and did good things; the people revered the shinobi of their land like protectors versus a dirty secret.
As the food came the chatter changed to local events going on. Lately Kamaru seemed to break all concentration after doing a long day of work to eat something. He was still thinking except he couldn’t let people know with his mouth full. After he was done he explained they had enough intel to get a feel of things. They’d put in notice of leaving at work before they’d all leave for the capital.
An older man far into his 50s nodded and thanked him. Kamaru bowed slightly doing likewise before getting his coat and walking out of the warehouse. Making his way down to a local tavern he saw a group of workers that looked at him and nodded and he returned the gesture before sitting down. As a server moved by he asked for something to eat and a beer. With the order made the group idly chatted about things. The other workers like Kamaru were gathering intel on the area for something they all valued, decent paying jobs. But to do that in the Earth Country with their skill sets they could just lug around crates, or work in blacksmiths and bakeries… granted it wasn’t the first choice of most shinobi but some might enjoy the pace.
For this group it wasn’t the case. From what Kamaru and the others had learned it was easy to find honest work simply be asking politely and respectfully, showing up on time and doing a fair days work got one a fair days pay. It was straight forward and in another life Kamaru would have probably enjoyed doing just this. The merchandise moving to and from the capital increased the closer one got to the capital. More of their numbers had to get jobs since it was getting more complicated to camp out in areas the closer they got to bigger cities. They had found out walking around as normal people without weapons after their last issue made their lives easier. Especially since not a lot of stores sold weapons it was actually odd to see. Kamaru hadn’t really thought about it from his point of view since violence had been around him from an early age. The Country seemed to be doing just fine economically, unlike Leaf City it was easy to find work and there wasn’t a large mass undocumented group of people desperately trying to find food and work.
Kamaru had focused on a few things to help him and the people out. Since it was of a political nature talking to the Daimyo of Earth would be a goal once he was inside the city limits and was able to get a meeting. First he’d have to get in and simply stating the situation and either be turned away or taken in seemed the route to take to get the results he needed. The people of Earth Country were proud, not to be confused with prideful though. They worked hard and did good things; the people revered the shinobi of their land like protectors versus a dirty secret.
As the food came the chatter changed to local events going on. Lately Kamaru seemed to break all concentration after doing a long day of work to eat something. He was still thinking except he couldn’t let people know with his mouth full. After he was done he explained they had enough intel to get a feel of things. They’d put in notice of leaving at work before they’d all leave for the capital.