Open A night to celebrate!

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

The warmth of the afternoon seemed to soothe within the air of the hustle and bustle of the district as many were either going off duty or getting ready for the night life. There were a slew of travelers, solicitors, and all walks in between amongst the droves of those getting ready for the ending of their day and those in preparations for the twilight hours that would pull them into that life style. Children seemed to be running about. Getting themselves into trouble with vendors, and parents scampering to keep them from making an over abundance of mayhem. Amongst them, the young Yamashiro boy names Ryuni paced himself amongst the crowd. He seemed to blend in well outside of his newly earned headband over his forehead. He'd just passed his test not even a week prior and his body was still bandaged up a bit from the whole ordeal, but he was in good spirits.

Ryuni, a young boy brimmed with passion and ferocity, seemed to have a small bounce about him, something oddly prideful. Even the breeze that swirled about seemed to have life about it and there would be something to say about the warmth within Ryuni's heart, as this would be his day to celebrate. . . and he would think about getting a bite to eat and as he moved through the crowd he picked up a morsel of pan to buy. Sticking the food in his mouth he'd reach into his pocket. Patting away, Ryuni reached for his satchel, "One of these? Annnnnd two of the melons ya have there? How much?", He asked the vendor before passing him the money he had before turning to the main walkway in the street. . . What would today bring? Who knew. . .

"OI! BOY! You are short. . . You didnt give me enough! I need more coin!"

This outburst caused Ryuni to turn around with the bread in his mouth before patting his wallet once more and seeing that he'd handed the man the last of his coin. . .

'Crap' He thought. Oh boy. . . What was he gonna do?

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the bustling market district as Chikamatsu Shin navigated the crowded walkways with practiced ease. His dark brown vest and slacks were a far cry from the ornate robes of office he'd once worn, practical attire that let him blend into the everyday flow of village life. The tanned button-down beneath was already collecting a fine layer of dust from the day's errands, and the leather of his mid-calf boots had long since broken in to comfortable silence.

A small collection of parcels occupied the crook of his left arm, decorative items for the Tower's reception area, things meant to make the space feel more welcoming. His free hand absently adjusted the loose belt at his waist, fingers brushing past the pouch of coin and the few vials that clinked softly with each step. Tea blends. He still needed to find those tea blends Michino had mentioned wanting to try.

The golden-haired man was examining a display of ceramic cups when the vendor's voice cut through the ambient noise.

"OI! BOY! You are short... You didn't give me enough! I need more coin!"

Shin's aqua eyes flicked toward the commotion. A young boy—couldn't be more than a week past his genin exam based on the fresh bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves and the proud way he wore his new headband—stood frozen with bread still in his mouth, patting frantically at an empty wallet.

Yamashiro Ryuni. Shin recognized him immediately from the graduation paperwork that had crossed his desk just days ago. The name had stuck with him, perhaps because he remembered processing those documents with a strange mixture of nostalgia and melancholy, thinking about all the students he'd taught over the years, all the bright futures he'd helped launch before everything had fallen apart.

The sight tugged at something in Shin's chest. How many times had he seen that exact expression on academy students? That mixture of pride and panic, accomplishment and inexperience?

Without conscious thought, Shin shifted his parcels and approached, his expression settling into something warm and gently reproachful.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said smoothly, already reaching for his coin pouch as he stepped up beside the boy. His voice carried just enough volume for the vendor to hear, tinged with the mild exasperation of a teacher discovering a student's oversight. "I thought I gave my pupils more yen than that."

The coins clinked as Shin counted out the difference, placing them in the vendor's waiting hand with a practiced smile. The transaction complete, he turned his attention to the young genin, reaching out to tousle the boy's hair with easy familiarity.

"Why didn't you tell me you needed more, Ryuni-kun?" The playful chiding in his tone suggested this was hardly the first time he'd needed to bail out a forgetful student.

Shin gently guided them away from the stall, his hand briefly on the boy's shoulder as they merged back into the flow of foot traffic. Once they were out of direct line of sight from the vendor, Shin's demeanor shifted. The teacher's mask dropped, replaced by something more genuine, a conspiratorial lean as his voice lowered.

"Dang, you short-changed Tanaka-sama?" There was real concern beneath the casual tone now, mixed with a hint of dark amusement. "I'm surprised he didn't attempt to chop off one of your fingers."

Shin shook his head, a rueful smile playing at his lips as memory flickered across his features. "I remember when I didn't have enough money... I was short by like two yen! He found my parents and made me work in his shop cleaning for a month to pay the difference and teach me not to steal."

His aqua eyes studied the boy with an expression that managed to be both stern and understanding. "Consider yourself lucky I happened to be passing by. Next time, count your coin twice before you order, yeah?"

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

Looking up to the man that had stepped in for him, he let out a sigh of relief. The Vendor was an elder, well known in this bazaar. However, Ryuni didn't often buy because his family had meager funds, ad most of his personal money was normally taken to help feed the others. He did wash clothes for the elderly, he did clean up for those who could not do it themselves... but that was as a student. Part of the why he was moving on to be a Genin would be because he wanted to help out with the money he would get from missions he'd be set on but also he would want to become a herald for the Yamashiro to bring more funding and prosperity to his people. They weren't all poor, but because of their ideals they were lesser known than the others like the Toraono, and other mainstay clans in Sunagakure.

Ryu would bow his head and lower himself to the taller, blonde male, thinking though, 'How does he know my name though? Was he a teacher in the academy? Is he one of the counselors?' tilting his head he'd listen closely to this unknown man, Ryuni nodded and frowned. He wasn't normally this bad but that is a mistake that would put a bad taste in the mouth of anyone who looked indifferently upon the shinobi and warriors. He didn't want the thought to be that he could use his status to get what he wanted from the people with little to no repercussions.

"Yes sir. I promise you will not have this be an issue of me." looking down at his hands, thinking to himself that he could have fingers dissected for touching what didn't truly belong to him for lack of pay. Some would think that was stealing. And he was not a boy that would do anything of the sort.

"Sir... Do I know you? Or rather..." Ryuni straightened and placed the bread in his bag before fully looking to the man as they continued walking and making their way through the crowd, there was a clearing to the right coming up and Ryuni tried to steer them to the side being as observant as he tried to be.

"Thank you for saving me, is there anything I can do to repay your kindness?"

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Shin allowed himself to shift toward the clearing, his parcels shifting slightly in his arms as they moved through the thinning crowd. The question about knowing him hung in the air, and he considered how to answer. The truth would likely make the boy uncomfortable, having the Kazekage bail you out of a vendor dispute wasn't exactly a casual encounter.

But there was something in Ryuni's earnest expression, the careful way he navigated them away from the bustle, that reminded Shin of why he'd been drawn to teaching in the first place. This wasn't about maintaining mystique or authority. This was about a young shinobi who'd just started his journey.

"You don't know me personally, no. Though I know you, or rather, I've seen your paperwork."

He offered a slight smile, adjusting his grip on the parcels.

"Chikamatsu Shin. I was reviewing graduation records last week and your name crossed my desk. Congratulations on passing your exam, by the way. Those bandages tell me it wasn't an easy one."

Once they reached the clearing, Shin set his parcels down on a nearby bench, rolling his shoulders with a subtle relief. He turned to face Ryuni properly, his aqua eyes taking in the boy's posture, respectful but not excessive, earnest but not naive.

"As for repaying kindness..."

Shin paused, considering. The automatic response would be to wave it off, to say no repayment was necessary. But something about the way Ryuni asked suggested the boy actually wanted to do something, needed to maintain his sense of honor and reciprocity.

"Tell me about your plans as a genin. What made you decide to take the exam now? What kind of shinobi are you hoping to become?"

He settled onto the bench beside his parcels, gesturing for Ryuni to sit if he wanted. The posture was deliberately casual, removing the hierarchical distance that might make the boy uncomfortable.

"I spent years teaching at the academy before... well, before other responsibilities took over. I miss those conversations! Hearing what drives the next generation. So if you want to repay me, share that. Consider it payment for the yen I covered."

There was genuine interest in his expression, not the performative curiosity of someone making small talk. Shin had always found that the moments when students spoke freely about their dreams and motivations revealed more about their potential than any written exam could.

"And Ryuni-kun? That vendor situation back there? Don't let it weigh on you too heavily. We all make mistakes, especially when we're celebrating. The important thing is learning from them."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting to the boy's new headband.

"Though I am curious, what were you celebrating? Just the promotion, or something more?"

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

The air hung heavy in this moment, like waves of anxious air stifling his lungs. If it were a scolding it would have been worse, but thankfully this gentleman was kind enough to speak with an tone that was both serious but, of a familial nature. He spoke like an uncle to a nephew or an elder to a youngling. This was something that Ryuni would take with the utmost respect, being that many elders did not go without a good tongue lashing towards children and kids his age. He'd seen it before, ad the way it could be seen was a bit into normalcy.

Not today though.

That felt good...

Ryu listened, knowing that many teachers, Chuunin and Jounin were likely looking over the graduation notes for the cream of the crop or for those to add to their personal teams for a better and full lineup. He had been told the day he received his headband that there would be a great need for the Genin of the future to be ready to accept these roles for the sake of the village. They would be tasked with bringing in revenue to the village through mission assignments and dealings for the Lords and those alike, that would spend money on protections or to take out the mercenaries and vandals. This was a great deal for village prosperities and it hun all the way down to the Genin level. Those who had proven they were worthy to carry out these adventures and missions. This was the way of the world...

'Did he just say he was Chikamatsu... Shin?'

Ryuni tensed noticeably, his body went rigged and obviously nervous.

"Y-...You're the..." his voice going down to a whisper, but he did not finish. He only was able to continue listening to the ma's question, a very good question that actually caused Ryuni to relax in his thoughts, and the tone of his voice gave him cause to believe he truly did care about his answer. The notion being that he knew him by simple files, and he was able to place that to memory and it had been only a week? That was truly remarkable to Ryuni, it gave him a renowned respect for the man. What a way to greet the highest ranking member in the village. And he just showed that he was an immature boy with no money that nearly cheated a member of the village of his rightful coin. Be it an accident, but that was not easy to shrug off.

"My goals... at this point... I dont have any true goals..." he paused, thinking for a moment, the flames of his heart beginning to burn, "No... thats not true... I want more. More for myself and my Clan... To not just be an outstanding warrior but to be... Respected. Not feared but respected. To be known as a trust worthy man. To be the shining light to all of Suna!" as he spoke his voice rose, his body rising from their parked place on the bench and flames beginning to emit from his fist as he pumped it into the air.

A pause.... then he would sit again, "Sorry... but I took the exams to begin my role to give the Yamashiro a name amongst the enlisted shinobi, we dont have many and we are not plenty, but I believe we are the heart of what makes Sunagakure great." nodding again he'd continue.

"I am in celebration for myself. Through the academy my father did not let me celebrate in my courses. He pushed me to be better...but he didn't want to celebrate because... 'There is always more work to be done...', which I understand..." he trailed off sadly.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Shin watched the flames dance across Ryuni's fist with genuine appreciation, a small smile tugging at his lips. There was something about the Yamashiro—their unfiltered passion, their conviction that burned as bright as their signature element. He'd always respected that about them, even when it made them difficult political allies.

"The Yamashiro have never needed anyone's permission to be the heart of Sunagakure," Shin said, his tone easy and matter-of-fact, as if stating something as obvious as the desert being hot. "That fire you just showed me? That's been keeping this village's spirit alive since before either of us was born. Your clan doesn't whisper their convictions—you shout them, you dance them, you live them."

He shifted on the bench, his aqua eyes studying the boy thoughtfully.

"Your father sounds like a hard man to please. Mine was... different. Celebrated everything, maybe too much." A chuckle slipped from his lips casually. "I graduated the academy young, made Chuunin instructor by your age. My parents threw parties for every promotion, every achievement. But I was also training under Sennin, Medical Chiefs, ladies of noble clans who expected perfection. It was strange—celebrated at home, but never allowed to be a child anywhere else."

Shin reached into his coin pouch, counting out a generous handful of yen and pressing them into Ryuni's palm. The amount was more than enough for a proper celebration, good food, maybe even something special to bring home to family.

"So let me do what your father should have done. Celebrate, Ryuni-kun. You earned that headband with blood and effort. Honor that achievement before you start chasing the next one."

He stood, gathering his parcels again, but paused before stepping away. Something shifted in his expression, a spark of mischief mixed with genuine curiosity.

"But before I let you go..." Shin tilted his head slightly, "You said you want to be the shining light of Suna. Would you like to show me just how brightly you can shine? Right here, right now?"

The challenge hung in the air, deliberately vague. Shin didn't elaborate, didn't explain what he meant or what he expected. He simply waited, watching to see how the young Yamashiro would interpret the test... because sometimes, how someone chose to shine revealed more than any predetermined task ever could.

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

OOC: rigid* not rigged >_> apologies.


"We are who we are. I believe though, I want to go a step further... Not be seen as a typical Yamashiro. Someone who can be a bridge between clans... someday." He'd smile listening to the respect that the man before him placed upon the Yamashiro. Though when talks went to his father Ryuni would stiffen, he didn't wish to cast any aspersions unto his father. The ever-rigid man. He was a serious fellow that wanted his son to be better than him, though some of his methodology may have been stern... Ryuni knew it was all for good. Or at least he'd hoped...

Looking upon his palm as the coins that would be placed within by the Chikamatsu Kage, Ryuni could only nod and smile. His heart grew and swelled within his chest as he'd look between the coins in his hand and the man before him. "I don't know what to say..." something a Yamashiro would not be known for saying. They had been known for being outspoken forever wanting to say something about anything and everything that tickled their intellect. It could be used to their detriment though. It was something Ryu would work on as he would get older and more mature. However, it did not seem to happen with many of his kin.

Emotionally, Ryuni felt like he was ascending and descending on a roller coaster. Up and down with emotions making him feel like he was on high. The question Shin would ask him next would cause his heart to flutter. Depending on what he meant. . . this would be something that would be a once in a lifetime. The heat and sparking flames began to crackle around him. So much that his chakra subtly became visible before he pushed it down. His obvious excitement overcoming him for the brief moment.

"Are... you asking to.... I mean... what are you asking me?" His question hanging in the air as the cinders would burn at his feet. . . waiting.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Shin's expression shifted at the question, something contemplative settling over his features. He set his parcels down again, this time with more deliberation, as if preparing for a lesson rather than a casual conversation.

"I'm asking," he began, his voice taking on the measured cadence of a scholar choosing his words with care, "what you think it means to truly shine. Not as a weapon, not as a tool, but as a person."

He extended his hand, palm up, and without fanfare or handseals, a small flame flickered to life above his skin, warm and steady, the kind of fire that lights a home rather than burns an enemy.

"The academy taught you elements as instruments of war. Fire to destroy," the flame shifted, cooling and condensing until it became a sphere of water that rolled across his fingers, "water to overwhelm," the water crystallized into ice, then shattered into fine particles that swirled like sand, "earth to fortify, wind to cut, lightning to strike."

The elements continued their dance—each transformation seamless despite the lack of hand seals, a demonstration not of power but of understanding. The sand compressed into paper-thin sheets that folded themselves into an origami bird, which burst into cherry blossom petals that dissolved into mist.

"But every element, every technique, every ounce of chakra we possess... it's all just energy waiting to be given purpose." Shin closed his hand, and the display vanished. His aqua eyes met Ryuni's directly. "A Yamashiro's fire can burn down a building... or it can light a lantern that guides someone home in the dark. The same flame. The same chakra. The only difference is intent."

He leaned forward slightly, his posture open and genuine.

"So when I ask you to show me how you shine, I'm not asking you to prove you can fight. Anyone can destroy. I'm asking you something harder... I'm asking you to show me what you can build. What you can create. What you choose to do with your power when no one's telling you the answer."

Shin gestured around them at the marketplace, where the evening was settling in, vendors packing up their stalls, families heading home.

"You said you want to be a bridge between clans, to earn respect rather than fear. That's not a goal you achieve through combat prowess alone. That's achieved through choices, hundreds of small choices about what kind of shinobi you become when no one's watching."

He straightened, his expression softening with something that looked like understanding.

"The truth is, Ryuni-kun, I'm terrible at ninjutsu. Always have been. I can understand every element, every transformation, every theory behind them—" a wry smile crossed his face, "but put me in a real fight where I can only use Ninjutsu and I'd probably lose to most chunin. What I learned, though, is that being a shinobi isn't about how powerfully you can strike or how massive of a fireball you can conjure... It's about understanding when to strike, when to shield, and when to simply... be present."

His voice dropped slightly, becoming more intimate, more real.

"So show me. In whatever way feels true to who you are, not who you think you should be. Show me the light that only Yamashiro Ryuni can create."

The challenge hung in the air between them, but it wasn't weighted with judgment... it was offered with genuine curiosity, the way a teacher poses a question not because they want to grade the answer, but because they actually want to know what the student will discover about themselves in the attempt.

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

Somethings in life you come to understand through trial and error. Sometimes it takes an event to change your perspective, something that can occur to shift within you the things you had never considered until brought into your visage with the right combination of words from the right person spewing the message. Sometimes the stars align for the context would allow meaning to thrust itself into a youngling that would begin that hamster wheel to turn the gears and allow everything to make sense.

Shin may know, or not. Being that he was a scholar and a teacher, he may know exactly how to reach a young mind such as Ryu's but the pilot light was burning vastly now for the young boy. With every symbol. Every description and illustration that the Kage would bestow upon him was beginning to show just how invested he was in the village. With every word in Shin's soliloquy. Each designation and locution mapped out things that sparked a new light within him. For a long time Ryuni had trouble with this. The notion that he was simply a pawn for the world, a warrior for the village he was to live and be a part of. He was to be just a flame on the torch to be placed for pillaging.

Instead...

He could be more... and not just him the very flames of his passionate wildfire...

The same flame could guide. Could be the lantern in the darkened library looking to educate the mind and to push the soul forward instead of bringing the being back to the darkness. The one that would be placed infront of his own footsteps so that he could etch the path for those who came after him with the light of Shin that shined brightly before him now. He felt a shift in his body. No, his brain. No, his very soul. As if Shin had struck a match within him and moved the veil that had been used to cover his eyes. He was impressionable. Especially at this age, he wanted to believe there was more. Especially for himself. Especially for his clan and the ones who he would be guiding when he turned Shin's age... He would have this same conversation with whomever he was trying to guide.

That was the glory of this moment. Because it could be passed... it was a generational tale. Nominally, it was an ideal whose warmth could be felt as long as the right people kept feeding into the flames of its very idea. Additionally, now Ryuni's eyes sparkled into the flames that crackled from Shin's palm as he watched the display. Yet, he said no words. His tongue was non-existent. He moved to speak but nothing came out as he continued to listen. . . Already his normal characteristics were shunted by the aura of Shin. Not like he had cast a Genjutsu but the presence of him made him want to listen and absorb everything possible.

As Shin finished, Ryuni simply looked down upon his hands. Their dark, sandy coloring of his skin seemed so different now. Small scars seemed to etch his skin, a nod to his training in hand-to-hand combat, but they were not war worn like those older than he., maybe he'd see such scars as there was one thing he would not be able to run away from, yet he knew of that part of life. This however, this... was a new look he had upon himself. A look of new wonder like there was a new speck on his hand he hadn't seen before, as if he had new hands that looked completely different from the ones he had before.

"A shine..." he started, "My... Shine..." pausing again, his voice in a sound of awe within it, "There is something me and my mother say, 'Even as your flames rise, your sun can easily be set... For your power is not in the flames itself but the way your flames are used...' and we've said it so much that its just a phrase, and I never paid any actual attention to it." he smiled solemnly, "Heck, I always thought it was something that may have been out of my personal grasp... both mentally and physically...", He spoke with such wonder, his voice rising as he spoke. Starting first meek, small, quiet, but starting to gain steam with confidence before smiling, again, "I am Yamashiro Ryuni. But I can be more, more to my village, more to my family, more to myself. As you said, we are more than arts of war that our chakra give us. . . It is in how we use it. So if I can dedicate myself to being the bridge... to showing that we can work together not just from clan to clan but to work together from person to person... We can free the nation and the world. Wouldn't that be a dream? Isnt that something worth fighting for?"

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

"That dream?" Shin's voice was soft, but carried the weight of someone who had lived those very ideals, stumbled under them, and continued carrying them anyway. "That's not just worth fighting for, Ryuni-kun. That's worth building for. Worth failing for. Worth getting back up and trying again for."

He watched the transformation in the boy's expression, the way understanding had settled into his features like dawn breaking over the desert. This was the moment Shin had always treasured as a teacher—not when students memorized jutsu or perfected techniques, but when they discovered their own purpose.

"Your mother sounds like a wise woman. Hold onto that phrase. On the days when your flames feel too small, or when they burn too hot and you worry you've hurt someone—and those days will come—remember what she taught you."

Shin gathered his parcels once more, adjusting them in his arms with the practiced ease of someone ready to return to a long list of responsibilities. But he paused, turning back to face Ryuni fully one last time.

"You asked what you could do to repay my kindness earlier. Here's what I want: remember this feeling. This moment when you realized you could be more than just a weapon. And when you meet another young shinobi who's forgotten what their light is for, who thinks power is only about destruction... pass it on. Be for them what I hope I've been for you today."

His aqua eyes crinkled with genuine warmth as a smile touched his lips.

"The Yamashiro have always been Sunagakure's heart. I have no doubt you'll be the one to show them—and everyone else—that a heart can be both fierce and kind, both powerful and gentle. That's the bridge you're looking for. That's your light."

Shin stepped back, offering a small, respectful nod.

"Now go celebrate properly. Bring something nice home to your mother. And Ryuni-kun? Welcome to the shinobi life. The real one, not just the academy version. I look forward to seeing what kind of flame you become."

With that, the Kazekage turned and melted back into the marketplace crowd, his dark vest and parcels disappearing among the evening vendors and families. But the warmth of their conversation lingered in the air, a small kindled fire that would burn long after he'd gone.

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[Yamashiro Ryuni]

There is a tale of a young student whose life is pretty much laid out for them. Every decision is made for them. Every meal cultivated in an endless routine that is set out every day and is carefully cultured to make this boy into the King. A royal. This boy while smart in his own right lives in a heavily scheduled life with little outside influence. Even as he practices his fighting, it seems like the world is making it easy for him and coddling him into what the outcomes of his day to day would be. While he lives this, he feels off. As if everything he's been put through is untrue... falsely laid out as a plot. The long story short of it, he finds out that his feelings are in fact valid and his carefully procedural life is a plot to fool him into being a tyrant with unlimited power over the country...

The child is kind... and he doesn't want to live that life. He is faced with a choice though, to lean into the life laid out for him. The easy path of allowing the world around him to be whatever it was going to be. Or he could change, he could make another decision that would lead him to being who he wanted to be. To leave his family and everything he'd known since birth and turn his back on that to become something different. The tale changes from culture and people. Told differently over the years, but ultimately this would be similar to what Ryuni was feeling.

He was a Yamashiro, he could lean into that and allow his blood to rule who he was going to be. The evident ceiling that would give him was obvious but he would make his family happy and would create no rifts between his people. His short term happiness may be quelled but what would that do for his overall life? Who knew... but there would not be much that could come from it, that was for certain.

There was the other fork in the road... a path that was mysterious and unknown because there hadn't been many to walk it. It was off the beaten path, so to speak. He would be blazing the trail for himself and those to come after him. To live a life fulfilled with his own decisions. It could turn out to be whatever he made of it. He could become one of the most highly respected warriors to ever live or he could be forced out of the village and be made a fugitive for his beliefs. He doubted the second part but, the possibility could be there especially given the regime that could take hold. Shin wasn't that way but who knew if he stepped down and someone came into power that was more tyrannical and pushed away the lights of clans like the Renmei, Yamashiro or Toraono for their own selfishness.

Who knew...

But Ryuni wanted to make sure that didn't happen, and he couldn't do that leaning into the beaten path. He wanted to be one of the warriors waving the banner of Sunagakure until his dying breath.

And as he watched Shin melt into the droves and masses here, tucking the coins into his satchel he'd smile, maybe Shin would be able to still hear him, "I will do my best..." was all Ryuni'd say before bowing himself into his knees with a small tear in his eye. Not for any form of sadness, but because he felt like this moment was just what he'd needed. Something that helped him make the decision for himself. To be better than he was before and to lean into his dreams of being a bridge.

As he too would step into the crowd, he'd see some small kids without any coin for food and pouting as they walked away from the stalls. "Hey... Here!" They were apart of one of the lesser clans in Suna but he didn't see their clan symbols. He'd give each of them some of the coin Shin had just bestowed on him before smiling, "Get some sweets... Enjoy." once more he'd smile as the kids would run off. 'Renmei?' he'd think before smirking and thinking of his academy days before heading into the night. . .

What a night for a celebration indeed...

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[OOC: Thank you again Shin.]