Tsuyoshi Junko wrote:
Rp wrote: Slugging his jacket over his shoulders, Junko yawned after exiting the spire where the cloudies had been placed as they stayed in stone. The medical chief of kumogakure was well rested and had a lot of spare time on his hands before training with the Raikage, so why not tour the colorful stone paradise? Leaving his brother as he went for tea, Junko decided to try and find their medical branch hospital based on a few directions given by the guards. It would be nice to see how they operated. In addition, he could probably do some glorious research upon permission of their sennin. After all, the goal was to create relations with the village. What better way to relate other than over a dead corpse in the name of medical science!
Walking the village, the Tsuyoshi man caught many eyes as he walked with his katana at his side while wearing a black yukata and suit jack over his shoulders that read "Tsuyoshi" down the back. The sleeves were hollow and floated gracefully in the crisp winds that blew. An herbal cigarette rested between the Chiefs lips as it burned an odorless smell.
It was obvious that Junko was a foreigner based off the cloud symbol that rested upon his garments. Entering into what was known as the Pearl Tenements, Junko held his rather blunt expression as his eyes analyzed the poverty in the area. Despite his expression, he had a soft spot for the area. Growing up, he lived and survived off the icy streets of kumogakure with his brother. Viewing such a place was like a home away from home, but he knew the struggles many had to endure living like this. Everyday was another day fighting and struggling to survive. No sympathy could be shown though, only empathy because Junko believed ones struggles made them stronger.
Observing the men, women, and children, they reminded Junko of why he took so much pride in his family name. Coming from a place like this with no one, him and his brother Aiko made their own family based on unique bonds. Bonds which included taking in orphans and making them apart of his family, gaining a wife, and creating two lovely twin boys. A true family that was devote of hard work and made of genuine love.
Stepping in front of what Junko believed was the hospital based on its size, injured shinobi around it, and beauty, the chief simply stared. "The hope hospital. It must truly deliver it based on the area it's in." Junko thought before taking a step forward, but was suddenly bumped into with immense force by a small child.
Immediately grabbing the boys wrist before he ran too far, Junko stared at him with his blunt expression. His skin had clear burn incantations and was apparently just patched up by the hospital. Noticing the bandages, the boy had lost an eye and still needed some more treatment.
"Let me GO! Let me GO! Now! You're Hurting me!"
Listening to the boy as he was causing a scene, Junkos grip was slightly tightening as people were coming out the hospital. Loosening his grip up, Junko knelt and flicked his cigarette bud to the side as he gave a smooth exhale out his nose. Giving himself a moment as he looked into the watery eyes of the boy, Junko spoke. "I'll let go when you give me back my wallet." Junko said holding his blunt expression. "Or do you want a re-broken wrist?"
"I'm sorry mister... Please take your wallet back!"
"Thank you. Now.." Junko said taking the wallet, but still holding onto the boys wrist. Shaking the wallet to ensure it had the same weight, Junko nodded. "Don't move." Junko said opening opening his wallet.
"Yes sir, please don't hurt me!"
"Here." Junko said tilting his head to the side a bit. Giving a warm smile, he offered the boy money. "Don't spend it all in one place." The chief said placing a hand on the boys head and rubbing it a bit.
Looking at the boy, Junko stood. "Next time, try asking. It probably would've worked better." Junko said as he turned around and gave a wave to the small fragile boy. Likely, the money was for food.