It was a simple day at the port that Ryuichi had been to countless times. The bustling of civilians on the streets, the smell of the ocean pinching the inner parts of your nose, the cold Kumo air that stings skin when paired with the sea mist that lifts with each crashing wave.
And there Ryuichi sits, off at some unused port beside the ocean. Legs dangling over the edge of a pier that lacks a boat, and fishing rod held over the water. A small glowing bobber floats in the water not too far away. Ryuichi's long hair shifts with the wind- small signs of usual ocean grime starting to dot its perfect snow-white state, but they didn't seem to care in the slightest.
Returning home had been a painful ordeal, emotionally. Facing long-unseen friends, finding the coffee shop they once called home without residents, not seeing Shuuten or Uri anywhere....
Ryu sighs. Their new residence was going to be the ANBU HQ, like every other member. Such a bore. No waking up to the smell of tea and pastries, no home hooked meals after missions, and just a lifetime of monotonous boredom between each state-ordained murder.
So, in light of all of this, Ryuichi had opted to clear their head with some fishing....and no luck. If there WERE any fish, the fishing boats within this area would have wiped them off the face of the earth. But that doesn't make the sport any less fun.
Ryuichi sits there for hours without a bite. But the environment, and the calming atmosphere is more than enough to satisfy them before they left....
[MFT: wc- 271]
And there Ryuichi sits, off at some unused port beside the ocean. Legs dangling over the edge of a pier that lacks a boat, and fishing rod held over the water. A small glowing bobber floats in the water not too far away. Ryuichi's long hair shifts with the wind- small signs of usual ocean grime starting to dot its perfect snow-white state, but they didn't seem to care in the slightest.
Returning home had been a painful ordeal, emotionally. Facing long-unseen friends, finding the coffee shop they once called home without residents, not seeing Shuuten or Uri anywhere....
Ryu sighs. Their new residence was going to be the ANBU HQ, like every other member. Such a bore. No waking up to the smell of tea and pastries, no home hooked meals after missions, and just a lifetime of monotonous boredom between each state-ordained murder.
So, in light of all of this, Ryuichi had opted to clear their head with some fishing....and no luck. If there WERE any fish, the fishing boats within this area would have wiped them off the face of the earth. But that doesn't make the sport any less fun.
Ryuichi sits there for hours without a bite. But the environment, and the calming atmosphere is more than enough to satisfy them before they left....
[MFT: wc- 271]