The Grand Palais, a marvel of modern architecture for Wind Country, much like the rest of Sunagakure. However this place was one Nori had spent a lot of his younger years in, wandering the streets, talking to merchants, visiting even the more seedy district. Some might have called him a hoodlum for poking his nose into as many places as he did, but he was simply looking for answers to questions he had; most of which were out of his own curiosity than anything else. There wasn't a grand goal or master plan he wished to discover, just an understanding of how things worked. How people went about their lives, how some performed their jobs, how the village all functioned together in a harmonious, but sometimes chaotic machine. This thirst is what led him to want to travel, to leave and discover what the rest of the world contained, how other places worked, how people did their jobs there. He returned to Sunagakure with a wealth of experience and knowledge, able to do things he hadn't ever dreamed of before.
Nori had stopped in with his parents, choosing to leave his heavy travel pack there until he found a new place to take residence -of which would have to be soon or else he would drive his parents crazy with his tinkering- and left to reacquainted with the village he once called home. Considering he didn't wait long, he was still covered in dust and dirt, smelling of sweat and earth from recently coming off of the surface. His platinum blonde hair was a bit messy and hung loosely in his eyes, but it managed to hold something considered acceptable. His traveling attire was stained, and was more a beige color now, his pants not so much showing any wear thanks to their darker color. However, hidden partially by his cloak was his armor. A golden color by nature, it was covered in dust too from the last leg of his journey out in the sands. - Reference
From a small flask he carried on him, he sipped, each time a small grimace crossing his features. Nori wasn't what one would consider a heavy drinker, but this particular beverage had grown on him during his stay in the mountains north of Wind Country. One of his colleagues there compared it to the oil used to lubricate their clockwork gear mechanisms, which always elicited a laugh from Nori whenever he drank it. The after taste and the way it calmed his mind is what he loved about it most. When thoughts begin bouncing around at a chaotic rate, it becomes difficult to focus. Being home after all of this time had made him start wondering too much. That and the after-taste was like sweet jasmine tea; so he enjoyed that too.
As his path started to guide him towards the less friendly part of the Palais, he paid the occasional glare no mind, and politely declined a few women for "dates". There was a particular shop he wished to visit that he had gotten his first roots in metal-working from. An elderly man by the name of Dosu had been one of the few to humor the younger Nori with his insatiable appetite for knowledge. The thing that was a problem was that the shop was located next to a rather rowdy bar, with some of the patrons the smith made friends with, but half of them were just loud, rowdy, and willing to hassle the older gentleman working the next door over for kicks. The shop was small, denoted by a small dark red banner hanging outside with a hammer and wrench crossed over one another. While Dosu would never be known for anything great in his lifetime, it could at least be said he loved his craft. The front door was cracked and had metal patches in places that was holding it together. Pushing in slowly, the door creaked loudly to announce his entrance.
"Listen, if you're hear to cause more trouble, I won't have it!" An older man's voice announced, it resonating from somewhere in the back of the store.
"Don't worry too much, old man."<i></i>
It remained silent for a moment, the sound of rustling as the old man made his way to the front of the store to confirm his suspicions. A smile graced his crinkled features as he approached Nori with arms spread wide, "Ri-kun! You're back! We must catch up!"
As he exclaimed this, the door swung open with a loud BANG as it slammed into the wall, a large man standing in the portal. Judging by his attire, half-slacked visage, and bottle in his hand, he was a drunk from next door looking for trouble.
"Ey, Dooooz. What'ere tink yur doin'? Yer 'aint ahlowed people in ere!"
Nori simply looked at the shop around him, taking in all the damage that had been patched over the years since his leaving, and looked back to Dosu who nodded. Nori turned around, placing his flask back on its place on his belt and sized up the man before him. Large, brutish, normally something to be afraid of if this were a normal village and Nori was just a normal man of science and engineering.
But he wasn't.
"Lets take this outside."<i></i>
Right as the man started to object, he was met with a boot to his stomach and sent flying from the premise and into the wall adjacent to the storefront. Following his target, he closed the door behind him and walked up to where the stunned drunk was collapsed, "It wasn't up for debate. Besides, it's best that you don't continue to speak. I feel you imbecilic nature will only spread the more you talk."<i></i> Normally, that kick would have put most people down, but Nori guessed the liquor in this giants system was helping ease the pain from the attack as the brute got to his feet, shattered bottle poised as a weapon.
"Okay, I was going to play nice."<i></i> On the tip of Nori's right index finger a small perfectly white flame came to life. Gingerly he placed it to the bottle and it melted instantly, drips of hot glass hitting the ground, but most of it covering the man's hand. This he felt and he began screaming in pain, trying to grab at the substance burning him, but as soon as it heated up it began to solidify and break into tiny slivers of glass. Soon it was mixture of powdered glass and blood, "I suggest you go find someone to take care of that before it gets any worse. Go along now, shoo."<i></i>
Others of a similar brutish nature had come from outside the bar, watching the brief spectacle and decided against trying to help once they grasped it was a shinobi who was defending the old man's shop next door. Nori turned on his heel and gazed at them, his piercing blue eyes filled with a mirth that seemed almost sadistic given the circumstance. Nonchalantly, he waved, removed his flask from his belt and took a swig, still flinching from the taste.
Nori had stopped in with his parents, choosing to leave his heavy travel pack there until he found a new place to take residence -of which would have to be soon or else he would drive his parents crazy with his tinkering- and left to reacquainted with the village he once called home. Considering he didn't wait long, he was still covered in dust and dirt, smelling of sweat and earth from recently coming off of the surface. His platinum blonde hair was a bit messy and hung loosely in his eyes, but it managed to hold something considered acceptable. His traveling attire was stained, and was more a beige color now, his pants not so much showing any wear thanks to their darker color. However, hidden partially by his cloak was his armor. A golden color by nature, it was covered in dust too from the last leg of his journey out in the sands. - Reference
From a small flask he carried on him, he sipped, each time a small grimace crossing his features. Nori wasn't what one would consider a heavy drinker, but this particular beverage had grown on him during his stay in the mountains north of Wind Country. One of his colleagues there compared it to the oil used to lubricate their clockwork gear mechanisms, which always elicited a laugh from Nori whenever he drank it. The after taste and the way it calmed his mind is what he loved about it most. When thoughts begin bouncing around at a chaotic rate, it becomes difficult to focus. Being home after all of this time had made him start wondering too much. That and the after-taste was like sweet jasmine tea; so he enjoyed that too.
As his path started to guide him towards the less friendly part of the Palais, he paid the occasional glare no mind, and politely declined a few women for "dates". There was a particular shop he wished to visit that he had gotten his first roots in metal-working from. An elderly man by the name of Dosu had been one of the few to humor the younger Nori with his insatiable appetite for knowledge. The thing that was a problem was that the shop was located next to a rather rowdy bar, with some of the patrons the smith made friends with, but half of them were just loud, rowdy, and willing to hassle the older gentleman working the next door over for kicks. The shop was small, denoted by a small dark red banner hanging outside with a hammer and wrench crossed over one another. While Dosu would never be known for anything great in his lifetime, it could at least be said he loved his craft. The front door was cracked and had metal patches in places that was holding it together. Pushing in slowly, the door creaked loudly to announce his entrance.
"Listen, if you're hear to cause more trouble, I won't have it!" An older man's voice announced, it resonating from somewhere in the back of the store.
"Don't worry too much, old man."<i></i>
It remained silent for a moment, the sound of rustling as the old man made his way to the front of the store to confirm his suspicions. A smile graced his crinkled features as he approached Nori with arms spread wide, "Ri-kun! You're back! We must catch up!"
As he exclaimed this, the door swung open with a loud BANG as it slammed into the wall, a large man standing in the portal. Judging by his attire, half-slacked visage, and bottle in his hand, he was a drunk from next door looking for trouble.
"Ey, Dooooz. What'ere tink yur doin'? Yer 'aint ahlowed people in ere!"
Nori simply looked at the shop around him, taking in all the damage that had been patched over the years since his leaving, and looked back to Dosu who nodded. Nori turned around, placing his flask back on its place on his belt and sized up the man before him. Large, brutish, normally something to be afraid of if this were a normal village and Nori was just a normal man of science and engineering.
But he wasn't.
"Lets take this outside."<i></i>
Right as the man started to object, he was met with a boot to his stomach and sent flying from the premise and into the wall adjacent to the storefront. Following his target, he closed the door behind him and walked up to where the stunned drunk was collapsed, "It wasn't up for debate. Besides, it's best that you don't continue to speak. I feel you imbecilic nature will only spread the more you talk."<i></i> Normally, that kick would have put most people down, but Nori guessed the liquor in this giants system was helping ease the pain from the attack as the brute got to his feet, shattered bottle poised as a weapon.
"Okay, I was going to play nice."<i></i> On the tip of Nori's right index finger a small perfectly white flame came to life. Gingerly he placed it to the bottle and it melted instantly, drips of hot glass hitting the ground, but most of it covering the man's hand. This he felt and he began screaming in pain, trying to grab at the substance burning him, but as soon as it heated up it began to solidify and break into tiny slivers of glass. Soon it was mixture of powdered glass and blood, "I suggest you go find someone to take care of that before it gets any worse. Go along now, shoo."<i></i>
Others of a similar brutish nature had come from outside the bar, watching the brief spectacle and decided against trying to help once they grasped it was a shinobi who was defending the old man's shop next door. Nori turned on his heel and gazed at them, his piercing blue eyes filled with a mirth that seemed almost sadistic given the circumstance. Nonchalantly, he waved, removed his flask from his belt and took a swig, still flinching from the taste.
