---Earlier that Morning---
Tomo tapped the end of his brush against the desk, looking over the mission paperwork. Another mission as a Chuunin, another near death experience. He was beginning to think that the mission bureau didn't know how to properly hand out assignments, or perhaps there was someone in the division that had it out for him. Either way, Tomo was stuck writing out his embarrassing endeavors for all in the department to read. He took in a sign and began writing.Then she shoved her hand in a most inappropriate location, I can only assume in search of the package I possessed.
A snicker in his mind interrupted Tomo's writing and he scowled in response. "It's not funny." His cheeks reddened as he lightly massaged his temples with his right hand. "Thank Raiden Saeko works in the tax division." The man shook his head before slamming it down on the desk. "Oh, who am I kidding. They probably talk. She's got to know all about my series of unfortunate events." A loud cackle rang in his ears. Aaaaahahahahahaha! Trap! Obviously this means that you need to train! Make much sparky sparky boom art! Fill the village with our fine, fiery art! Ahahahahahaha! Tomo lifted his head, the scowl still present. "Not a chance. I'm 100% sure Akane-san's report has been filed, officially labeling me as a disturbed man. I don't need to start blowing things up to prove it." The lips on his right hand puckered. Paaaaaarty pooper! Trap, with that attitude, you'll never master the art of art. Tomo sighed again. She did have a point. He refused to practice with her abilities, knowing full well the horrific damage he could inflict on the village should things go awry. But if he never honed his Toujigikou skills, he would forever be stagnant in his shinobi life. While he wasn't keen on rising through the ranks, he at least wanted to be strong enough to live through to his retirement.
Mulling over his options, Tomo nodded. "Alright, fine. A little practice. But no explosions." Aitouka stuck her tongue out, causing spittle to coat his desk. Pttttthhhhhht. No fun Trap. That is the whole POINT! If no explosions, how Toujigikou? Tomo pondered on this for a moment before answering. "I'll practice making clay figures. When I feel comfortable with them, then I can add in explosions." He was about to ask if this was fair, but realized it was an unnecessary question. It was his body, and now his skills. He could do with them what he wanted. He didn't need Aitouka's permission, nor approval. Aitouka pouted. Fiiiiiiiiiine. Tomo's other voice chimed in. But Tomo-boy, what will you do with the figurines? Tomo blinked a few times before smiling. "I think I have an idea."
---Nearing Noon---
Tomo sat at a small table he'd borrowed from his uncle's home, a sign sitting in front of it.Clay Animal Figures
500 Yen
No, humans don't count. Stop asking.
Sadly, Tomo was forced to place the last part upon his sign after the fourth teenage boy that day had asked for a naked figure. One asked for Kitsune, one for Kahako, one for Akane, and the last for Osuteno. Tomo declined every request, even after one boy offered 10,000 yen. Honestly, did they really expect him to do it? In the middle of the Susukino District no less? They should be buying secret nudies in the back alleys like normal teenage boys. Not that Tomo had ever done that...
Regardless, Tomo remained in his seat, scanning the crowds for any hopeful customers. If nothing else, perhaps someone would approach due to curiosity. Because despite the sign offering figurines for sale, there were none upon the table to buy.