The village hidden in the clouds…once a respectable place, still a respectable place. Well it is a place after all? Is it not? Kumogakure…yes? Sometimes it was hard to keep track of it. You would think that living here in such a place, one would find it easy to keep such a name in track but if you never really use it, never think about it, if this was the only place that had ever attached to you in some way. Could there be anywhere else? Why remember another name than this? Why would you need to know the name when this was where you always were, no one would ever ask you…would they?
Some complain about things like the rain or the weather…she figured that most people would simply leave if this place was not to their liking. Rain happened quite often…it was usually cold. For some reason they really did complain about things that they simply could not control.
Tap…tap…tap
The rain was dripping through the window of the restaurant. Her eyes quite fixed on it…or maybe that was not quite it. She had been here for a few hours…while the restaurant owners wanted to remove her…when they got closer that look of fixation was actually more like a look devoid of anything. It concerned them to see such a young girl with that void look as if no one was home. So for that matter they decided to leave her alone, they assumed maybe she had some loss and at first she did pay for a meal…though now it lay cold in front of her.
The girl was hardly noticed though by the hustle bustle and the commotion of the room. Most people enjoyed the beginning to a weekend. What time was it? Time was weird. It always seemed to speed up and slow down at different times, yet they say that it is always constant. For these people the time would slip by very quickly either by their drinks or there enjoyment, yet for this girl there would be no haste…the life of the room, the energy seemingly passed through her like she was not there. Times were always tough, yet here…it almost seemed as if nothing was terrible. Friends and family member’s enjoying their lives forgetting about debts, grief, and existence.
She would be attending the academy soon, just stepping into the darker parts of the village. Some may see it as a glorious profession and yet others see it as a curse. Who knew what the truth behind following the profession of a shinobi would be? Many probably followed their own path, whatever they made the world is what it would be, and others followed these leaders. Everyone here was only hoping that the Raikage knew what he was doing.
Was anyone able to full ascertain what was truly correct? Probably not. None of that mattered though. Friday afternoon was a time of joy and peace…in this restaurant along the main street.
Some complain about things like the rain or the weather…she figured that most people would simply leave if this place was not to their liking. Rain happened quite often…it was usually cold. For some reason they really did complain about things that they simply could not control.
Tap…tap…tap
The rain was dripping through the window of the restaurant. Her eyes quite fixed on it…or maybe that was not quite it. She had been here for a few hours…while the restaurant owners wanted to remove her…when they got closer that look of fixation was actually more like a look devoid of anything. It concerned them to see such a young girl with that void look as if no one was home. So for that matter they decided to leave her alone, they assumed maybe she had some loss and at first she did pay for a meal…though now it lay cold in front of her.
The girl was hardly noticed though by the hustle bustle and the commotion of the room. Most people enjoyed the beginning to a weekend. What time was it? Time was weird. It always seemed to speed up and slow down at different times, yet they say that it is always constant. For these people the time would slip by very quickly either by their drinks or there enjoyment, yet for this girl there would be no haste…the life of the room, the energy seemingly passed through her like she was not there. Times were always tough, yet here…it almost seemed as if nothing was terrible. Friends and family member’s enjoying their lives forgetting about debts, grief, and existence.
She would be attending the academy soon, just stepping into the darker parts of the village. Some may see it as a glorious profession and yet others see it as a curse. Who knew what the truth behind following the profession of a shinobi would be? Many probably followed their own path, whatever they made the world is what it would be, and others followed these leaders. Everyone here was only hoping that the Raikage knew what he was doing.
Was anyone able to full ascertain what was truly correct? Probably not. None of that mattered though. Friday afternoon was a time of joy and peace…in this restaurant along the main street.