Now, this part of town seemed full of rich people, or at least people that wanted you to know they were rich. The actually rich people just wore normal clothes and didn’t show off. No - these guys were rich, but also posers. One letter different from losers.
Still, they had money and money could buy happiness.
Now, Mikki wasnt really in need of money per se, and the trinkets he acquired tended to be more interesting and different than expensive. Why have a bunch of diamond rings when you could easily steal candy from a baby? Add this to the fact that, even as a former tsukumogami, Migoya had taught him the jutsu they had once shared, enabling him to talk to inanimate objects. Oh the fun he had when getting locks to open for him, or purses to tell him how much money they had in them!
His reverie was interrupted though as a rough hand grabbed his wrist. Looking up, Mikki saw the gaze of a grizzled man, dressed it seemed as the hired guard of one of the merchants of the area.
“Pickpocketing isnt welcome here boy. You want your hand cut off?” the man threatened. Truth be told, Mikki probably deserved the telling off, mostly because he had been caught talking to the merchants purse…
“Well thats a bloody stupid question. Do you want yours cut off? I mean, why did you ask that?”, Mikki queired, almost shocking the man with his blunt statement. “If you cant answer questions like that how did you become a guard? Was it because you were too dumb to be a shinobi? Aww thats sad, because I am!”.
The man would now be holding a karawimmi target as Mikki switched places with the object. A giggling young boy would now be seen hurtling down the rich people’s bazaar, hooting out with joy at how stupid guards were… especially a guard that was now down one carved brass bangle.
I need a new job, the guard thought to himself.
[MFT]
[WC: 332]
Still, they had money and money could buy happiness.
Now, Mikki wasnt really in need of money per se, and the trinkets he acquired tended to be more interesting and different than expensive. Why have a bunch of diamond rings when you could easily steal candy from a baby? Add this to the fact that, even as a former tsukumogami, Migoya had taught him the jutsu they had once shared, enabling him to talk to inanimate objects. Oh the fun he had when getting locks to open for him, or purses to tell him how much money they had in them!
His reverie was interrupted though as a rough hand grabbed his wrist. Looking up, Mikki saw the gaze of a grizzled man, dressed it seemed as the hired guard of one of the merchants of the area.
“Pickpocketing isnt welcome here boy. You want your hand cut off?” the man threatened. Truth be told, Mikki probably deserved the telling off, mostly because he had been caught talking to the merchants purse…
“Well thats a bloody stupid question. Do you want yours cut off? I mean, why did you ask that?”, Mikki queired, almost shocking the man with his blunt statement. “If you cant answer questions like that how did you become a guard? Was it because you were too dumb to be a shinobi? Aww thats sad, because I am!”.
The man would now be holding a karawimmi target as Mikki switched places with the object. A giggling young boy would now be seen hurtling down the rich people’s bazaar, hooting out with joy at how stupid guards were… especially a guard that was now down one carved brass bangle.
I need a new job, the guard thought to himself.
[MFT]
[WC: 332]