“I don’t care how good the bread was Moru…. You can’t just budge into a shop that’s not ev- you know what, as long as you didn’t steal anything, I can live with it.”
Standing at the village gates, beneath an steadily darkening sky, Keiyaku and Morutobu awaited their squadmates. He’d sent Moru out earlier in the day with a pair of hastily scrawled notes, inviting a few select friends and acquaintances to form part of a small scouting squad to investigate some suspicious goings-on around a roadside inn somewhere within Fire Country, though he kept the wording extremely vague. The discussion between boy and dog wasn’t serious at all; the both of them tended to have long, rambling discussions with each other as a way to distract from their anxiety and trepidation when venturing into situations and objectives unknown.
“Don’t worry, buddy”, Keiyaku began, sitting down on the ground and scratching behind both the Shiba’s ears at the same time, using this moment of closeness to make sure his battle gear was properly fastened and equipped, “I’m not mad or nothing. You just don’t wanna be in one of those wrong place-wrong time kinds of situations, you know?”
Keiyaku turned his gaze heavenward, watching the sky slowly transition in the distance from a warm burnt-orange, to a cool twilight blue. He pondered whether he was guilty of not following the advice he’d just given Moru, whether he was leading them both and his other squadmates into something they were ill-prepared for. At the same time, he’d received this official request from his branch Captain, and he had to believe he wouldn’t be asked to do something he wasn’t able to handle.
Moru leaned against the side of his big brother’s leg, letting his eyes droop, and succumbing to the temptation of a quick power nap while waiting for the others to arrive. Keiyaku, meanwhile, stared aimlessly into the sky, a small shiver creeping up his back.
Standing at the village gates, beneath an steadily darkening sky, Keiyaku and Morutobu awaited their squadmates. He’d sent Moru out earlier in the day with a pair of hastily scrawled notes, inviting a few select friends and acquaintances to form part of a small scouting squad to investigate some suspicious goings-on around a roadside inn somewhere within Fire Country, though he kept the wording extremely vague. The discussion between boy and dog wasn’t serious at all; the both of them tended to have long, rambling discussions with each other as a way to distract from their anxiety and trepidation when venturing into situations and objectives unknown.
“Don’t worry, buddy”, Keiyaku began, sitting down on the ground and scratching behind both the Shiba’s ears at the same time, using this moment of closeness to make sure his battle gear was properly fastened and equipped, “I’m not mad or nothing. You just don’t wanna be in one of those wrong place-wrong time kinds of situations, you know?”
Keiyaku turned his gaze heavenward, watching the sky slowly transition in the distance from a warm burnt-orange, to a cool twilight blue. He pondered whether he was guilty of not following the advice he’d just given Moru, whether he was leading them both and his other squadmates into something they were ill-prepared for. At the same time, he’d received this official request from his branch Captain, and he had to believe he wouldn’t be asked to do something he wasn’t able to handle.
Moru leaned against the side of his big brother’s leg, letting his eyes droop, and succumbing to the temptation of a quick power nap while waiting for the others to arrive. Keiyaku, meanwhile, stared aimlessly into the sky, a small shiver creeping up his back.