It was day two of his little trip back into Kumogakure from the Academy. His life of harsh training was on a small pause at the moment due to his terrifying advancement through what the school had to offer. Every thing that Miro had set before the boy to learn, he picked it up and mastered within three days. She had even tested him on things he was supposed to fail, and he still managed to somehow have enough guts, chakra, and determination to overcome even what he shouldn’t. So, Shin was on a little trip to enjoy life for a few days before his inevitable special exam. His only warning was that the Genin Exam was always deadly and different every year. So instead of worrying and training, he was told to go relax for the first time in months.
To say he was nervous would undersell it. Most of the first day he had been too wound up from his trip through the forest to stomach food and wound up sleeping off what had remained of that day. The second he awakened to a ravenous hunger. He enjoyed a large breakfast full of traditional foods he had never tried before, a lunch made from street vendors stalls, and a dinner of crab that was far more familiar to his tastes. Now he was wondering around the streets as the lamps above flickered to life, looking for something to do. He was only allowed one more day of freedom and that one he planned on spending with his godparents so they could see he was actually doing better under the harsher circumstances than he had been with their kid-gloves. Not that he held it against them, anymore. The education Kumogakure place on their students was advanced, and life changing. He had far more empathy towards the kindness his godparents had doted on him now than he did under their care, but also needed them to realize that he was searing right into adulthood fast - it was just the way of shinobi life. Even though he was only fourteen himself, there were a ton of shinobi already years in the field that were only a few moons older than he was. He didn’t know his Sensei’s age, but he suspected she wasn’t much older than he was.
The clang of hammer on steel caught his attention. He curiously slipped through the crowd and towards the sound to find an open faced blacksmith shop. Shin’s wooden sandals clacked against the cold stone as he walked up to the stand with his thumbs tucked into the sash holding his kimono together; eyes wavering with curiosity. He turned his red eyes over the common crafted things like horseshoes, barrel binders, chains, and the occasional bit of shinobi armor. Held up on a rack all its own to the far right, though, was a set of five katanas each with a different colored saya. The tsubas all differed as well. One was a lizard chasing after a cloud, another an image of the god Raiden throwing down lightning, and a third that had a man chasing off what appeared to be a goblin. The second to last guard is what caught his attention. It was of a snake and a tiger at odds with each other. The intricacy of it called out to his soul so hard that he ignored the fifth weapon all together. It’s saya was black, which was perfect for his future profession, and the tsuka was very nondescript, with a plain navy colored ito. Before the blacksmith even knew he was there, Shinjo stepped forward and lifted the fourth katana down off the rack to test its weight. With a flick of his wrist he rolled the weapon around his wrist, flipped it down to the left side of his waist, and drew the weapon before sheathing it again within a seconds time.
A small bit of applause followed. Shin turned to see the small crowd of people who had gathered to watch the blacksmith now had their focus on the teenager. Red immediately covered his face as he quickly turned and held the weapon up to the bewildered steel artisan.
“How much?”
Ten minutes of haggling and struggling to prove he was in the Academy, and Shin was now walking around with a brand-new sword tucked and tied to his kimono sash. It had cost him nearly everything his sensei had given to help Shin enjoy the fair, but he felt like it was worth it. The weapon at his side felt right, and didn’t have the guilty weight of his other weapon that resided back in the Academy. With what little he had left, Shin looked around at the stalls wondering what else he could do with what little remained of the day. Wasn’t enough to buy another room for the night, so he’d inevitably be heading back to his godparent’s home in the long run…
To say he was nervous would undersell it. Most of the first day he had been too wound up from his trip through the forest to stomach food and wound up sleeping off what had remained of that day. The second he awakened to a ravenous hunger. He enjoyed a large breakfast full of traditional foods he had never tried before, a lunch made from street vendors stalls, and a dinner of crab that was far more familiar to his tastes. Now he was wondering around the streets as the lamps above flickered to life, looking for something to do. He was only allowed one more day of freedom and that one he planned on spending with his godparents so they could see he was actually doing better under the harsher circumstances than he had been with their kid-gloves. Not that he held it against them, anymore. The education Kumogakure place on their students was advanced, and life changing. He had far more empathy towards the kindness his godparents had doted on him now than he did under their care, but also needed them to realize that he was searing right into adulthood fast - it was just the way of shinobi life. Even though he was only fourteen himself, there were a ton of shinobi already years in the field that were only a few moons older than he was. He didn’t know his Sensei’s age, but he suspected she wasn’t much older than he was.
The clang of hammer on steel caught his attention. He curiously slipped through the crowd and towards the sound to find an open faced blacksmith shop. Shin’s wooden sandals clacked against the cold stone as he walked up to the stand with his thumbs tucked into the sash holding his kimono together; eyes wavering with curiosity. He turned his red eyes over the common crafted things like horseshoes, barrel binders, chains, and the occasional bit of shinobi armor. Held up on a rack all its own to the far right, though, was a set of five katanas each with a different colored saya. The tsubas all differed as well. One was a lizard chasing after a cloud, another an image of the god Raiden throwing down lightning, and a third that had a man chasing off what appeared to be a goblin. The second to last guard is what caught his attention. It was of a snake and a tiger at odds with each other. The intricacy of it called out to his soul so hard that he ignored the fifth weapon all together. It’s saya was black, which was perfect for his future profession, and the tsuka was very nondescript, with a plain navy colored ito. Before the blacksmith even knew he was there, Shinjo stepped forward and lifted the fourth katana down off the rack to test its weight. With a flick of his wrist he rolled the weapon around his wrist, flipped it down to the left side of his waist, and drew the weapon before sheathing it again within a seconds time.
A small bit of applause followed. Shin turned to see the small crowd of people who had gathered to watch the blacksmith now had their focus on the teenager. Red immediately covered his face as he quickly turned and held the weapon up to the bewildered steel artisan.
“How much?”
Ten minutes of haggling and struggling to prove he was in the Academy, and Shin was now walking around with a brand-new sword tucked and tied to his kimono sash. It had cost him nearly everything his sensei had given to help Shin enjoy the fair, but he felt like it was worth it. The weapon at his side felt right, and didn’t have the guilty weight of his other weapon that resided back in the Academy. With what little he had left, Shin looked around at the stalls wondering what else he could do with what little remained of the day. Wasn’t enough to buy another room for the night, so he’d inevitably be heading back to his godparent’s home in the long run…