Harupia hummed to himself, looking around. The day was... quite calm. The desert sun was not as blazing hot as it could be luring quite a few people outside. Some dressed more casually, some clad in the heavier clothing you'd expect of Shinobi, going about and enjoying their days, even if there was an ever-present hint of tension in the air.
Technically there wasn't much to worry about as it was, the sand bending Shinobi thought to himself. The immediate threat of the swarm had seemingly been banished after the clash at the gates it would have seemed. There were reports of creatures still roaming the desserts in some points but it was more scattered, seemingly remnants of the great force. And so everyone allowed themselves a breather after the seemingly constant barrage of threats and cataclysms that besieged their home.
The higher you were in the rungs of the Shinobi ladder the last calm it was. There were no concrete reports about anything, but pretty much everyone agreed this was probably far from over...and the lack of clues or traces as to any next moves was disturbing. Harupia tried as he could to help with that, as well as his oracle duties, his own research, academy lessons... yeah he had his fair share of worries.
And yet here he was, strolling in casual attire, holding up what seemed to be a book of blank pages and a pencil. He already felt that feeling of overwhelming worry and paranoia...that lead him a path he was not too pleased with. So he found this moment to try and relax. And to try the capture the general peacefulness of the village in his art...just trying to find a good spot. Which was never easy. His attention was fully on the endeavor, though he managed toa void any sort of accidental bumps into other people or places... the question was how long.
Technically there wasn't much to worry about as it was, the sand bending Shinobi thought to himself. The immediate threat of the swarm had seemingly been banished after the clash at the gates it would have seemed. There were reports of creatures still roaming the desserts in some points but it was more scattered, seemingly remnants of the great force. And so everyone allowed themselves a breather after the seemingly constant barrage of threats and cataclysms that besieged their home.
The higher you were in the rungs of the Shinobi ladder the last calm it was. There were no concrete reports about anything, but pretty much everyone agreed this was probably far from over...and the lack of clues or traces as to any next moves was disturbing. Harupia tried as he could to help with that, as well as his oracle duties, his own research, academy lessons... yeah he had his fair share of worries.
And yet here he was, strolling in casual attire, holding up what seemed to be a book of blank pages and a pencil. He already felt that feeling of overwhelming worry and paranoia...that lead him a path he was not too pleased with. So he found this moment to try and relax. And to try the capture the general peacefulness of the village in his art...just trying to find a good spot. Which was never easy. His attention was fully on the endeavor, though he managed toa void any sort of accidental bumps into other people or places... the question was how long.