The Musai community in Kumogakure were indeed a minority compared to the whole, but the few square blocks they had to themselves as allowed by the establishment were beautiful. It was the sort of place where everyone knew someone, somehow. Everything was ran by the immigrants, everything from their little markets to their educational system for those who chose not to be Shinobi. The very buildings and walkways themselves would give the illusion of no longer being in Lightning Country, much less Kumogakure.
The Hashhashin were one of the foremost clans within the closely-knit society. Their family on a rather modest level had produced some of the most intelligent and productive Musai, and were said to have inspired at least in part, the migration to Lightning Country so long ago. They weren't exceptionally rich, or exceptionally poor for that matter either. The people within the small community often didn't mind sharing, and the culturally rich environment wasn't too focused on fortunes. Though, the craftsmanship they showed when it came to architecture and crafting in general made life comfortable.
Tensai found himself sitting at a window's ledge, gazing at the moon while his thoughts traveled beyond typical confinement. It would only be a few seconds or more before the young teen would start to rise. Tonight, his eyes were the color of topaz and reflected all sources of light exceptionally well. Keffiyeh in-hand, he would tighten a cloth knapsack over a shoulder and under an arm. Within, were a few edibles his mother had prepared as a gift to some old relative.
His mother had gone off to some meeting, and it was less than a half hour or so that the boy found a note with the instruction scribbled upon them. He recognized the wild handwriting immediately, it was definitely the work of his mother. Time for procrastination was up and after making sure the knapsack was secure once more, Tensai would climb out and onto the balcony. It was relatively late, but he was a young man now and their little bubble society was virtually crime-free.
Lacking in any sort of amazing physical training regime, he was no more deadly than any other thirteen year old boy. Well, at least from a purely physical point of view that might have been true. You see, naturally the foods eaten by himself and his family have always been naturally grown and healthy in nature. With very little weighing his health down, and a sharp mind such as his, it was no surprise when he started traveling above the streets of such a bunched up area.
He didn't move with any type of superhuman reflexes. Each little jump, trotted few steps, and steady climb seemed nonchalant and unhurried. Time passed slowly and the moon sat high, beaming down to expose all beneath its reach. Eventually, he'd find himself deep into the high-grounds at the furthest parts of their community, parts that would lead up into ascending mountainous terrain covered in trees. Soon he'd find himself standing at the end of a narrow dirt path, staring curiously at what appeared to be a rickety old shack.
One could tell the lights were on, but drapes covering the windows made it impossible to see anything. It was dark, almost nightmarish in a sense. He had never been a coward, or one to frighten easily, but he couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quickening. Somehow he found his way to the front door, and after barely knocking twice it cracked open revealing an eye in the shadows. "I told her to bring the food herself! Instead she sends her pup, just drop the damn food and get!!!" The words were bellowed out harshly, causing Tensai's brow to lift as he removed the knapsack swiftly and set it down at the door. "I said now get!" Barked the old voice once more, Tensai becoming irritated as he stumbles backwards and retreats.
His heart pounding from the sudden and unexpected hostility in the middle of nowhere, he could at least take pride in having delivered the food. He would hope that his mother wouldn't send him out to this desolate and unfortunate place again. Astrologer, family-member, or whatever he might have been, the old man had definitely left a bad first impression on the teenager. However; this would only be the start of their encounters...Much to the future dismay of the boy as he quickly navigated his way back home.