Summers in Kumogakure were too short for Kahako’s tastes. She leaned back in the chair outside her aunt’s café and sighed. A crisp breeze blew caused a few colored leaves to tumble across the streets. It would only be a few short weeks before it was too cold to enjoy the outdoors. For now, her bright red cloak was doing a fair job at keeping the fall chill off her shoulders.
Kahako leaned back, her hood down for the moment as she enjoyed the sights and sounds of the civilians around her. ‘I’m here to protect them.’ She thought nonchalantly as she felt her weapons shift with her body under her cloak. It was the second reason why she was wearing the red thing. She never carried much, but it was always better to be prepared. Lately, she had taken comfort in the presence of non-shinobi around her. Maybe it was because this area was like that of her home near Kalmura. Maybe it was because she was tired of all the death. Her last mission involved too many dead. Too many plagued villagers that didn’t deserve what happened to them. This place was nothing like that quiet village. This place was happy and filled with people. With children laughing and chatter and gossip. The people of Kumo have lived in a peaceful bliss for a very long time. While those outside the village lived in almost constant fear. Her last mission really made her realize how large an illusion Kumogakure really was. Kahako silently worried how long it would really last.
“You know what’s wrong with Lightning country these days? Everyone’s obsessed with death.” She said to no one in particular.
“I wasn’t exactly talking to you, Sei-obasan.” Kahako said as she grabbed for a pair of chopsitcks from the stand in the middle of the table.
“When you speak your mind to no one in particular, you should be prepared to hear the opinions of others overhearing you.” Her aunt said. She crossed her arms as she looked at her niece.“Why are you here anyway, Kahako-chan. I told you that I haven’t received a letter from your mother in a while.” Kahako sighed as she started to pick at her ramen, wishing that her aunt would go back to her work. It would be a cold day in hell before she would admit to the woman that her cooking tasted exactly like the cooking of Kahako’s mother.
“I am a patron, no? I can eat wherever I please.” She said simply as she took a bite of her food. Sei scoffed and lower her voice so that none but Kahako would hear.
“Well hurry and finish eating. You’re scaring my patrons.” With that Sei turned and walked back into her café.
Kahako gave a sullen glare at her aunt. “They live in a shinobi village; the only person scared of me is you.” She said quietly as she took another bite of her noodles. She’d be damned if that woman ruined her meal.
Kahako leaned back, her hood down for the moment as she enjoyed the sights and sounds of the civilians around her. ‘I’m here to protect them.’ She thought nonchalantly as she felt her weapons shift with her body under her cloak. It was the second reason why she was wearing the red thing. She never carried much, but it was always better to be prepared. Lately, she had taken comfort in the presence of non-shinobi around her. Maybe it was because this area was like that of her home near Kalmura. Maybe it was because she was tired of all the death. Her last mission involved too many dead. Too many plagued villagers that didn’t deserve what happened to them. This place was nothing like that quiet village. This place was happy and filled with people. With children laughing and chatter and gossip. The people of Kumo have lived in a peaceful bliss for a very long time. While those outside the village lived in almost constant fear. Her last mission really made her realize how large an illusion Kumogakure really was. Kahako silently worried how long it would really last.
“You know what’s wrong with Lightning country these days? Everyone’s obsessed with death.” She said to no one in particular.
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“That reasoning would only be because of your profession, Kahako-chan,” came a voice from beside her. Kahako didn’t need to lift her head to realize that the voice was coming from her aunt. She wasn’t really surprised either, as she was currently sitting outside of her café. The older woman placed the cup of tea and small ramen bowl on the table beside Kahako. “I wasn’t exactly talking to you, Sei-obasan.” Kahako said as she grabbed for a pair of chopsitcks from the stand in the middle of the table.
“When you speak your mind to no one in particular, you should be prepared to hear the opinions of others overhearing you.” Her aunt said. She crossed her arms as she looked at her niece.“Why are you here anyway, Kahako-chan. I told you that I haven’t received a letter from your mother in a while.” Kahako sighed as she started to pick at her ramen, wishing that her aunt would go back to her work. It would be a cold day in hell before she would admit to the woman that her cooking tasted exactly like the cooking of Kahako’s mother.
“I am a patron, no? I can eat wherever I please.” She said simply as she took a bite of her food. Sei scoffed and lower her voice so that none but Kahako would hear.
“Well hurry and finish eating. You’re scaring my patrons.” With that Sei turned and walked back into her café.
Kahako gave a sullen glare at her aunt. “They live in a shinobi village; the only person scared of me is you.” She said quietly as she took another bite of her noodles. She’d be damned if that woman ruined her meal.