Once Yanjirou walked off from the group, he walked at a fairly quick pace to make sure he reached the market at a decent time. Of course, he had no desire to run there, as it was close enough to be able to walk there and back within about twenty minutes, and he didn't feel that they were that rushed for time. His biggest problem would be finding proper clothing for the journey. Light and comfortable, yet durable enough to withstand the winds and sands of the desert. The entrance to the market mostly had food stands, as people typically enjoyed eating something light while they browsed the rest of the stands deeper inside. It didn't take long for the young Byakko to locate some clothing shops, but none of them had the kind of clothing that the group would require, so he had to go deeper in.
The further he went in - it seemed - the shadier the crowd became. The canopy of clothes lines overhead allowing them more coverage from any shinobi watching from above. They were of no concern to the boy, however, because no matter how frail he may seem, he knew he'd be able to handle himself in a fight against such miscreants. Or at least escape if his cowardice gets the best of him as it usually does. After a good hour of searching, he finally happened upon a shop - aptly named "shinobi supplies." Considering that was essentially what he needed, the boy entered the shop and began browsing its wares. The shop keep seemed almost surprised upon noticing the child, as no head band was visible, and quickly tried to usher him out of the store.
"This is no place for children who simply want to goggle at all of my wares! Get out child!" She shouted, attempting to push the boy back into the street.
Yanji knew he would have to act quickly if he wanted to have any chance of re-entering the shop and getting what he needed, so he flashed all of his weapons and looked back at the woman, digging his feet into the ground and trying his best not to be pushed over, "I am, a shinobi, I came to buy supplies for my upcoming exam!" He shouted, trying his best to speak louder than the obnoxious hag. Once she heard what was said, she quickly stopped her struggle and blinked a couple of times, before lifting her hands from the boy's shoulders and extending her arms toward the store.
"Ooooooh, well why didn't you just say so? Come on in and look around!" She exclaimed.
Yanji couldn't tell if she was just gullible, or if she just knew he was telling the truth. After all, half of what he said wasn't entirely true, but it didn't really matter in the end. The good thing was, he would most likely be able to find what he needed here. Upon re-entering the store, he looked at the various weapons, clothing, and items that were hung on walls, or displayed in the center of the store. It seemed that the woman earned enough money to stand out from the rest of the shops - at least on the interior - and most of the items available were a bit expensive for what he had in mind. It didn't take long, however, for the boy to find just what they needed. On one of the walls, were a variety of cloaks in a range of sizes, all of which were advertised as being durable enough to withstand the strongest winds Wind Country had to offer. Despite his intelligence, Yanjirou was still a child, and such a flashy way of advertising something left him with no choice but to believe it, with no doubt in his mind that they would work. So he grabbed three of the smaller ones, and one larger one for his father and began approaching the woman. Of course, another set of items caught his eye, and these were something that seemed just as practical. Various full face masks fitted with goggles where the eyeholes would normally be were on of the tables in the center, and Yanjirou knew that a cloak would only protect so much. So he grabbed four of the blandest masks - as they were far cheaper than their decorative counterparts. Once he purchased the items, knowing that he couldn't really just put it on the Byakko clan's tab since he was a Byakko, he made his way back to the academy.
Upon his return, the other two had already made it back with their items. Which was good, because it simply meant that they would have to wait no longer before they could set out on the mission. The cat-eared boy passed out the cloaks and masks he purchased, putting his own on - leaving the mask in a pouch on his side - then awaiting further instruction. For him, there was no need to say anything, as he was eager to truly get the exam started.
The further he went in - it seemed - the shadier the crowd became. The canopy of clothes lines overhead allowing them more coverage from any shinobi watching from above. They were of no concern to the boy, however, because no matter how frail he may seem, he knew he'd be able to handle himself in a fight against such miscreants. Or at least escape if his cowardice gets the best of him as it usually does. After a good hour of searching, he finally happened upon a shop - aptly named "shinobi supplies." Considering that was essentially what he needed, the boy entered the shop and began browsing its wares. The shop keep seemed almost surprised upon noticing the child, as no head band was visible, and quickly tried to usher him out of the store.
"This is no place for children who simply want to goggle at all of my wares! Get out child!" She shouted, attempting to push the boy back into the street.
Yanji knew he would have to act quickly if he wanted to have any chance of re-entering the shop and getting what he needed, so he flashed all of his weapons and looked back at the woman, digging his feet into the ground and trying his best not to be pushed over, "I am, a shinobi, I came to buy supplies for my upcoming exam!" He shouted, trying his best to speak louder than the obnoxious hag. Once she heard what was said, she quickly stopped her struggle and blinked a couple of times, before lifting her hands from the boy's shoulders and extending her arms toward the store.
"Ooooooh, well why didn't you just say so? Come on in and look around!" She exclaimed.
Yanji couldn't tell if she was just gullible, or if she just knew he was telling the truth. After all, half of what he said wasn't entirely true, but it didn't really matter in the end. The good thing was, he would most likely be able to find what he needed here. Upon re-entering the store, he looked at the various weapons, clothing, and items that were hung on walls, or displayed in the center of the store. It seemed that the woman earned enough money to stand out from the rest of the shops - at least on the interior - and most of the items available were a bit expensive for what he had in mind. It didn't take long, however, for the boy to find just what they needed. On one of the walls, were a variety of cloaks in a range of sizes, all of which were advertised as being durable enough to withstand the strongest winds Wind Country had to offer. Despite his intelligence, Yanjirou was still a child, and such a flashy way of advertising something left him with no choice but to believe it, with no doubt in his mind that they would work. So he grabbed three of the smaller ones, and one larger one for his father and began approaching the woman. Of course, another set of items caught his eye, and these were something that seemed just as practical. Various full face masks fitted with goggles where the eyeholes would normally be were on of the tables in the center, and Yanjirou knew that a cloak would only protect so much. So he grabbed four of the blandest masks - as they were far cheaper than their decorative counterparts. Once he purchased the items, knowing that he couldn't really just put it on the Byakko clan's tab since he was a Byakko, he made his way back to the academy.
Upon his return, the other two had already made it back with their items. Which was good, because it simply meant that they would have to wait no longer before they could set out on the mission. The cat-eared boy passed out the cloaks and masks he purchased, putting his own on - leaving the mask in a pouch on his side - then awaiting further instruction. For him, there was no need to say anything, as he was eager to truly get the exam started.
