Hissori was a former kage damnit! He had worked so hard his entire life to get to the position he had been, bedded hundreds of people, saved thousands of lives, had enough money to last multiple life times, and lead millions in the stone village. Now though the old man had just become a homeless urchin in sanugakure? The man could not stand for it.
When Hissori had woke up today, Hissori would shower, and find his best outfit to go out to get his hair cut, Buru groomed, and look for a new apartment in a place more fitting for a man of his stature. Hissori had picked out what he felt was a good outfit. Hissori had dressed himself with a fresh silk light blue button-down shirt and tan khaki dress pants. The shirt had the top two buttons revealed the smooth chest of the male. The tan khaki’s itself seemed to well-tailored to Hisori’s long slender legs, and he had a rather nice black belt around his slim waist. Over the top of all of this was a snow-white male fashioned kimono. This was accompanied by a rather large design of waves going from the waist up and around the man’s left shoulder before surrounding the kanji for the inuzuka clan in bright red. The Kimono was fastened together but another woven belt this time, however, the buckle was Hissori’s olden beaten and slashed Kirigakure shinobi emblem. Running a comb through the man’s wild greying strawberry blonde hair, Hissori would set out.
The bearded man would walk casually up from his old apartment in the middle-class area of sanugakure all the way down to the desert crown. Hissori wouldn’t find the eyes giving him quizzical giving the rough looking man in the expensive dress followed by a large wolfdog with dirty and dull white fur. Hissori even realized that a group of what he could gather was private shinobi were following him close by waiting to throw him out. Hissori didn’t care though.
Hissori first stop was to drop his companion off at an expensive groomer. Petting Buru one last time the Inuzuka would pay the yen needed to get Buru needed and go about his way. He’d go to pick up a new pair of golden wired frame bifocal lenses, and then head over towards the salon. He had schedule the appointment weeks ago, and the hairstylist knew that Hissori was very much overdue for this cut and styling. Hours later, the man would be tipping the twenty something girl thanking for saving the man’s hair.
Hissori had chopped off almost three fourths of the hair that had come down to the base of his neck. Instead, the fifty-year-old man had a very nice looking well-groomed low fade haircut. Slightly spiked and pushed to off to the left side of his forehead. The stylish had also wasted no expense at shaving off the ratty looking beard that Hissori had grown out over the past months. Now, the smooth and weather face was easily visible to the world. The biggest change was that the hair that Hissori had was no longer a mixture of strawberry blonde and grey foliciles, instead the salon had dyed the man’s hair giving the man a rather brick red hair color, the mixture of the strawberry blonde hair and also the grey that came with Hissori’s advanced age. Hissori would give a bit of a sigh as he stepped out a rather fancy looking salon. “Thank you miss!” the old shinobi said as he smiled before looking and spotting the large now professionally groomed Buru returned to the snow-white pelt Hissori had been accustomed to seeing.
“Oh Buru don’t you look good and what is that around your neck?” Hissori said with a chuckle as he rubbed the big dog behind the ears causing the big dog to close his icy blue eyes happily. Around Buru’s neck was a black bowtie with many brightly red, green, blue, and yellow poka-dots. Giving off another happy sigh, the adult would slide one hand into the kimono pulling out an antique ivory cut opium pipe packed with tobacco and light it before putting the long neck of the pipe to his lips and took a long draw.
“Come on Buru, we have an appointment in two hours with the realtor. Let’s go find some place to eat.” The man said as he took moment to reflect on all the changes he had made, looking out over the busy aristocrats shopping and moving about on the underground streets of the Crystal District.