”Eeeey, look who it is? How’ya been, Mushi?” Sazawari stood on the door, half dressed, only wearing his pants and his longcoat, the corners of his mouth crusted with crumbs. ”You want some?” He made a nudging motion with his hand towards the academy courier, enquiring if the stiff shinobi wanted some of the loaf of bread he was holding. The usual stern expression was unchanging as always, as Sazawari had expected. ”Oh well, more for me then. So, what can I do for ya?” He took a mouthfull of the light bread, chewing loudly and obnoxiously, just to see if he could push some buttons on the man. Not a single, tiny hidden twinkle in her cheeks revelead a reaction to the taunt, maintaining his emotionless expression. *Boring as ever... One would think he’d gotten bored with this already? How one could fine any joy in running around like this was beyon the comprehension of the young academy student. Not that he took pleasure in all these errands like some personal servant, but he knew that it would eventually lead to something else. Every journey starts with the first step. Although this wasn’t his first, it was one of the earliest, and the faster he walked, the faster he would reach the peak.
”The-the-they toohoohook my beeaaar!” The little girl was dissolved in tears and snot and saliva and other bodily fluids that the human head was capable of producing. Sazawari couldn’t help but to feel increadibly awkward. He had never been good with snottlings, and even worse when they were crying. ”So, where’d they go?” With a sob, the little girl pointed a trembling hand towards the direction Sazawari would most likely find the culprits.
”Ey, guys, seriously, what’s up with that? Stealin’ a teddy bear from a little girl? Wotcha gonna do with it anyway?” There were four of them. Not much older than the girl, probably around the age of six or seven. They had nearly leapt from skittishness when Sazawari had found them. Even more so when they saw the weapon hanging by his side. ”We- we’re sorry, mister. We didn’t mean anything be it, honest!” Sazawari couldn’t help but to scoff at the expression of fear in their eyes. To think that someone would be this afraid of him, he’d never imagine that. ”Yeah, sure. Piss off now, eh?”
”THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU MISTER!” Her face had lit up like the sun when she had seen Sazawari return with her teddy bear unharmed. ”Sure, just don’t lose it again.” He watched the little girl hug her beloved teddy and came to realize that perhaps shinobi didn’t always have to be an agent of death. He didn’t have any ideas of telling anyone else of these newfounds thoughts, of course, fearing the eventual reprimand that they might invoke.
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WC: 460
”The-the-they toohoohook my beeaaar!” The little girl was dissolved in tears and snot and saliva and other bodily fluids that the human head was capable of producing. Sazawari couldn’t help but to feel increadibly awkward. He had never been good with snottlings, and even worse when they were crying. ”So, where’d they go?” With a sob, the little girl pointed a trembling hand towards the direction Sazawari would most likely find the culprits.
”Ey, guys, seriously, what’s up with that? Stealin’ a teddy bear from a little girl? Wotcha gonna do with it anyway?” There were four of them. Not much older than the girl, probably around the age of six or seven. They had nearly leapt from skittishness when Sazawari had found them. Even more so when they saw the weapon hanging by his side. ”We- we’re sorry, mister. We didn’t mean anything be it, honest!” Sazawari couldn’t help but to scoff at the expression of fear in their eyes. To think that someone would be this afraid of him, he’d never imagine that. ”Yeah, sure. Piss off now, eh?”
”THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU MISTER!” Her face had lit up like the sun when she had seen Sazawari return with her teddy bear unharmed. ”Sure, just don’t lose it again.” He watched the little girl hug her beloved teddy and came to realize that perhaps shinobi didn’t always have to be an agent of death. He didn’t have any ideas of telling anyone else of these newfounds thoughts, of course, fearing the eventual reprimand that they might invoke.
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WC: 460