Motomori Mouko ran down the street, his legs moving as fast as they could possibly take him. He was in between two classes at the moment, attempting to find a pair of glasses that he had been searching for for days now. His entire focus was to bring them back to the old lady that had given him the contract, and hopefully make sure that she was happy with even the amount of time that it had taken the village to find them. Sweat beaded down the young man's brow as he sprinted through the streets. The loud footfalls of his boots hitting the paved stones of the streets resounded through his ears. He knew the location that the glasses had ended up originally, but he had not known that someone else had picked the glasses up in the hopes of finding who they belonged to, or possibly to steal them for themselves. His eyes darted from side to side in search of the description that the surly shop keep had given him. He was looking for a tall man with white hair, one that would not be easily missed. According to the shop keep, the old man had been a chuunin back in his glory days, but had retired eventually. That would mean that the man did not have the best living quarters in the city. Mouko could find him if he tried hard enough. Throughout the week he had kept a close eye on everything to see whether or not the man would make an appearance. He began feeling the pain of the stress that he was putting on his body, disallowing him to move much further without taking a break. He wanted nothing more than to keep up his pace, but he knew he would have to slow down to keep moving at a reasonable pace if he was going to find the tall former chuunin. The village stopped whipping by him as he slowed down to a reasonable pace. Mouko moved around a corner in the Silver Crystal District, moving towards a certain building that he had been pointed towards by the shop keeper from early. The building was almost falling down by just existing, and it did not really belong along the block that it was sitting on. Most of it looked to have been kept up only to remotely look like the rest of the street, but otherwise the building was a piece of crap. Mouko moved up towards the door, extending his hand slowly making sure not to trip any sort of alarm that some old ninja might have set up. As his hand reached the door, his knuckles rapped against the wood a few times, waiting on the response of someone from inside. Eventually a young woman answered the door, her golden hair falling along her shoulders as he blue eyes blazed at the young ninja at her doorstep. He gave her as big of a smile as he possibly could, making sure that it was as warm as possible. "Hello there! I'm looking for an old retired chuunin that was in the china shop in the last week or so. He may have found a pair of glasses that belong to an senior citizen." The young girl looked at him curiously, and shook her head slightly as she pointed down the street towards yet another shop along the Silver District, then closed the door in his face. He gave a heavy sigh, cursing his luck with women, and then moved on towards the shop that the young lady had pointed him towards. He ran through the door, spotting the older gentleman almost immediately. Upon arriving in front of the man, Mouko began to explain his situation to him, hoping for nothing more than understanding from a fellow ninja. The man nodded his head after the long story, and pulled out a set of glasses from inside his coat, handing them to Mouko with a warm smile on his face. Mouko took the chance to leave, sending his thanks to everyone in the shop as he returned to the elderly woman whom was undoubtedly missing her glasses very much.
[MFT - 700 words in all]
[MFT - 700 words in all]