The young had trekked deep into the forest. Occasionally, he would look over his shoulder, suspicious if anyone was following him. This deep into the Kumo forest, was rabid bears from a failed science experiment, and even they weren't the worst things you could stumble upon. Let alone that, he was sure not to be followed by any Shinobi. He followed the paved path in stone which would lead any seeker f the Yamanaka green house directly to the front door. Hoshi had arrived and stopped by.
He was greeted by a blonde young woman. When Hoshi approached they desk they exchanged some words, and the girl would twist her face at Hoshi's request. The kid had ordered an ounce of a specific flower rumored to enlighten one's mind, while stimulating their physical and mental forces. It was a relaxing herb, an aid to chakra control and hyperactivity. Along with his ounce of herb, packaged and sealed within a jar, he ordered another leaf, a fonta plant in order to roll his medicinal herbal. Hoshi handed over a hefty bag of yen that fell with a rather solid thump, on her desk.
The receptionist smiled at the boy widely as he escorted himself out. He was back onto his path to the dojo, while he walked he removed a tray from his bag and picked a few nugget buds of the plant he bought. With one hand he held the tray, and the other began crumbling the tree. At some point he stopped, sat down and crossed his legs, placing the tray in his lap. He removed the fonta plant and unwrapped the entire leaf. His eyes trailed two veins and he nodded.
He began tearing the leaf around the stem in order to find himself a suitable piece. He continued to trim the edges until it was a solid shape. He nodded and filled the leaf with the crumbles and began with one end. His thumbs tucked one side of the leaf over, and under, while his index fingers brought over the half of the leaf on top. Each piece was sealed with a lick is saliva until it was complete. Hoshi dusted off his tray, placed his back in his bag and stood up.
"I'm really glad to have made it home..."
He continued walking and placed the newly wrapped cigar in between his lips. At the end's tip, he flicked his finger, heating his thumb and index like a match to spark a small flame that lit his cigar. He inhaled sharply at first, the smoke filling his cheeks like a hamster. His eyes squinted as he held it in and exhaled with each step. Soon his dojo was in view, arriving at the gate he pulled on his blunt again. Hoshi put the combination to his master lock in, which opened the first door leading to a second. The second lock was a seal, made up of Hoshi's chakra. It was a weak seal, but it would keep most at bay.
Hoshi registered his chakra and the barrier around the dojo was released. He took a seat at the only chair in the room, that stood adjacent from the door.
There he was, finally home to his dojo just a puffing on his herb waiting for a visitor. He expected Tatsuo to stop by, and Edo. That one guy... Yeah, there was something that needed to be said... No... Only time would tell, and the slanted eyed Shinobi reclined his chair, relaxing and allowing the herb to take full effect. The rushing flow of his chakra slowed into a controlled pace. And even his breathing seemed to have slowed, Hoshi appearing more calm than ever.
He was greeted by a blonde young woman. When Hoshi approached they desk they exchanged some words, and the girl would twist her face at Hoshi's request. The kid had ordered an ounce of a specific flower rumored to enlighten one's mind, while stimulating their physical and mental forces. It was a relaxing herb, an aid to chakra control and hyperactivity. Along with his ounce of herb, packaged and sealed within a jar, he ordered another leaf, a fonta plant in order to roll his medicinal herbal. Hoshi handed over a hefty bag of yen that fell with a rather solid thump, on her desk.
The receptionist smiled at the boy widely as he escorted himself out. He was back onto his path to the dojo, while he walked he removed a tray from his bag and picked a few nugget buds of the plant he bought. With one hand he held the tray, and the other began crumbling the tree. At some point he stopped, sat down and crossed his legs, placing the tray in his lap. He removed the fonta plant and unwrapped the entire leaf. His eyes trailed two veins and he nodded.
He began tearing the leaf around the stem in order to find himself a suitable piece. He continued to trim the edges until it was a solid shape. He nodded and filled the leaf with the crumbles and began with one end. His thumbs tucked one side of the leaf over, and under, while his index fingers brought over the half of the leaf on top. Each piece was sealed with a lick is saliva until it was complete. Hoshi dusted off his tray, placed his back in his bag and stood up.
"I'm really glad to have made it home..."
He continued walking and placed the newly wrapped cigar in between his lips. At the end's tip, he flicked his finger, heating his thumb and index like a match to spark a small flame that lit his cigar. He inhaled sharply at first, the smoke filling his cheeks like a hamster. His eyes squinted as he held it in and exhaled with each step. Soon his dojo was in view, arriving at the gate he pulled on his blunt again. Hoshi put the combination to his master lock in, which opened the first door leading to a second. The second lock was a seal, made up of Hoshi's chakra. It was a weak seal, but it would keep most at bay.
Hoshi registered his chakra and the barrier around the dojo was released. He took a seat at the only chair in the room, that stood adjacent from the door.
There he was, finally home to his dojo just a puffing on his herb waiting for a visitor. He expected Tatsuo to stop by, and Edo. That one guy... Yeah, there was something that needed to be said... No... Only time would tell, and the slanted eyed Shinobi reclined his chair, relaxing and allowing the herb to take full effect. The rushing flow of his chakra slowed into a controlled pace. And even his breathing seemed to have slowed, Hoshi appearing more calm than ever.