Shortly after returning back home to Kumogakure, Roka found the village experiencing new season of joy and celebration. Parts of the village had already been decorated, while others were still in progress. As she walked the streets of the entertainment district, she began to notice how odd and old school the decorations seemed to be. Lanterns hung above from various places, while red sturdy arches above reached from one side of the street to the other, for everyone to walkthrough. Kumogakure was an advanced technological village, and yet a little piece of the past seemed to find it's way through the cracks. Smiling, she looked down at what she had on. It had been months since she had been home, and her clothes were definitely worn. Instead of indulging in the delightful scenery of the village, and what this festival brought to it's streets, she decided to quickly head home.
Upon arriving there, she wasted no time at all before bathing, changing into some comfortable clothes, and taking a nap. As hours would pass, Roka would find herself awake just moments before the sun dipped below the mountains range in the far distance. Of course, this sight would go unseen to her as she climbed out of bed and began searching through her closet. Before her time spent with Sairasu, she had previously dressed rather tomboyish. However, due to her experience and the effects of new found powers, her entire sense of style and expression had drastically changed, along with even her hair color.
Not only that, but her physique and statue. She was now more slender, and slightly taller; corrupted energy had it's perks. Finding one of the only things she had that still would fit, she quickly got dressed and made her way out to both explore the village, shop, and see what the fuss was all about. Within less than an hour, she found herself roaming from one boutique to the next, and by the time the lanterns had been lit throughout the street, Roka had found herself sitting at one of the many new activity booths, having a picture of herself drawn on the spot.
Across the street, there were several other vendors set up. Festival games, food venders, and just about anything one could desire out of a festival. This was just the beginning stages of it all; within a few days, it would grow large and engulf more of the village as others joined in. As the crowd continued to gather, and lines would form at various booths, Roka would sit back and wait for her picture to be drawn. "I should probably go find Titan soon." She thought to herself, wondering if her brother had taken good care of him all this time.
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