After a long day of work, from dealing with the never ending politics of the minor clans, to being taught & trained in the arts of administration by his onna bugeisha of fiancée, to even his apprentice even managing to steal whatever little free time he had left, for ninjutsu training, he found himself utterly exhausted by the time the sun had begun to set. He couldn't hope for a better tomorrow either, for he was to repeat this every day until his old man died. It was a drag to be sure, but he knew it's importance, even If his schedule was a bit much. At least, he understood the pain of the Sannin he had met prior in the past. Paperwork was the bane of mankind, he swore to himself as he sat next to a low table in a tea room. He enjoyed tea as much as the next person, but it wasn't doing it today. His mind wondered to do initially to escape this hellscape of responsibility, at least for tonight, when he heard a few of the servant girls nearby. While they cleaned, they couldn't help mention the new festival that had been announced. Taking a sip from his green tea, his mind wandered, momentarily thinking If his old sensei, Hon, had influenced the Raikage in some way, given the fact the man had a dragon for a summoning. He pouted a little at the thought. He died to have a dragon as an alley and companion. Instead.....he got a loli. Life wasn't fair sometimes. He cursed on the inside at the thought before setting down the small cup on the table.
With that train of thought fresh in his mind, he pulled himself up from the tatami flooring. He had made a decision, even If he knew it probably bite him back in the ass later. He would head to the festival to blow some steam off, regardless of the fact several individuals would murder him If they found out, so he have to put his shinobi skills to good use for once. There was the thought of napping his wife to be since she was secretly a hopeless romantic buuuut, she was rather a stick in the mud these days, taking her duties and responsibilities even more seriously then himself compared to a few years ago when they were children. If anything, she only chastize him for "slacking" off like some whelp, but that hardly anything new. Shaking his head softly, he removed the thought from his mind before sneaking his way out of his clan's keep, using his extensive knowledge of the ancient building to avoid the servants, and once outside, even sights of the Destroyers, the clan's elite warriors. Once he was over the walls and out of sight, nestled nicely in the surrounding forest, he used the transformation technique to transform himself into an older, middle aged man with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Along with donning a muscular like frame, his attire changed drastically as well, replacing his clan's old style warring state style armor with a simple, dark blue yukata with a thin sash that hung loosely around his waist, granting him the appearance of a retired shinobi or something of the like? With his disguise up, hiding him from anyone within his clan, he wasted no time in taking off towards the village, racing through the dark forest with great haste. Feeling the cool breeze as he leaped from branch to branch, he felt a sense of freedom he had not felt in awhile, not since training his apprentice proper. It felt nice, even If he only knew it be temporary.
When he arrived at the village a short time later, somehow passing through the gates without issue, or Lady Yuna allowing him to think that, given her tenancy to linger around the gates randomly, he began wandering the streets whille still under his guise. In his wandering, he couldn't help but notice how alive the village was. It was always lively of course, but right now? There was crowds of people. Some were laughing, dancing even singing, much to his surprise. Were people hitting the hard stuff? He tilted his head slightly at the thought. Well, It was night now. That's when his Kin started. He soon returned to his walking, taking in all the boutiques, carts and even shops now open. Amidst them all, he saw a booth selling sake. He stopped momentarily. He had never had the liquor before but he was always curious. Prior, he could have never tasted such a drink due to his age, but currently transformed? No one suspect a middle aged man wanting a shot, especially with how this one looked. Despite his mind telling him otherwise, he decided to approach the booth selling the sake. He notice of the cute woman dressed in a pink kimono with intricate designs. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and she had lovely emerald green eyes that seemed to have something special about them, or maybe he was just daydreaming.. She turned to greet him with a warm smile. "Welcome, honored guest! Would you like to try some of our finest brewed sake?" She asked, holding up a small cup filled with a silver liquid.
With a smirk, he took the cup from her hands, and brought it to his lips and took a tentative sip. Immediately, he was taken back, the burning sensation running down his throat, than his stomach. His eyes widen slightly at the experience. It was definitely unlike anything he had drank before. and adults drink this all the time? On the inside, he felt some dumbfounded at the thought, thought he couldn't deny, what would you call it? It's smoothness? The more he tasted, he couldn't help but cough slightly at the sudden heat before managing to recover and take another sip. "This is...interesting~" He mounted a smile, trying to come off as someone who wasn't a complete idiot, while downing the drink. In response, the woman laughed softly, her amusement filling the air between them. "Indeed it it is! We just made this blend~" she replied before she poured him another small cupful. Taking his second cup, he made another sip, still trying to get himself used to it's strong flavor. In doing so, his crimson eyes picked up on an alluring woman that could instantly melt a man's heart. His disguised eyes couldn't help but take quick notes of her lithe frame, as well as her beautiful, red hair that cascaded to the lower portion of her waist. After a few moments however, his senses came back to him. She quickly gave him the Femme Fatale vibe, and this caused to look away instantly, turning his attention back to his sake. If there was one thing he had learned in Kumogakure, It was that every single attractive woman in Kumogakure couldn't stand being attractive, or be able to take compliments without getting pissed off. From prior experience, there was no hell in way he was going to approach that, even for casual conversation. He liked where his genitals were, thank you very much....
