Late night in any shinobi village seemed to mirror each other almost identically the young Uchiha man had found during his time in Kumo. There was a period of quiteness, when the people had finished work and errands before retreating quickly back to their homes to either prepare for the next day, or hopefully in their eyes, prepare for the night. As the moon rose higher and higher in the sky the noise and population of the various districts seemed to almost crescendo until they hit their peak. In the crowd this night Maikeru found himself flowing with the human traffic until he arrived at the bar where the Monster Hunting division found themselves after rough missions, or really, any night that ended in the letter Y.
Pushing back the short cloth door that was customary in these types of establishment, Maikeru entered into the smoky, almost dive smelling bar. There was a cheer from the crowd as he was recognized, a few of the more ambitious (and drunk) members calling out different cheers of 'Captain', or 'Godslayer'. He tried to think back to his time in leaf, was his reception this high when he was a chief med nin? He didn't recall, but then again, it was hard to remember anything beyond the look of his office from those days. Although Mikasa and he tried his best to run that division, the simple fact of it was they were understaffed. Both of them had to do the work of multiple medical shinobi, and he had his suspicions that Mikasa had kept the king's share of the work for herself in an attempt to protect the young Chief Med Ninja. She had always been like that.
Taking his usual spot at the bar, the boy was quickly onset by an older than he, long fire-haired woman. She seemed to have a mischevious look to her eye as she approached, which caused a small amount of interest in Maikeru. He used to being approached by women, it had been this way since he was a young teenager, but something was different here. Maikeru raised an eyebrow as the girl seemed to be just standing there, an obvious ploy in her mind.
"So, captain," She said, "We've got a pool running, and no one can seem to get the answer. How did you lose that arm?"
Maikeru looked at her for a minute, before laughing. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention to the bartender who had slid his usual order in front of him. Three fingers of whiskey over rocks. Continuing to shake his head, he sipped at the amber liquid for a moment, before looking to her.
"Ah, that, well.." He started off, pursing his lips at the burning sensation assaulting his throat. "I really pissed off Rei and she cut it off. Don't piss off croweaters man, they're crazy."
The girl looked shocked, shocked enough to not question what Maikeru thought was an obvious lie before taking her unceremonious leave of the situation. Laughing again to himself, he took another long sip of his imbibement. Time to see what the night would bring, he supposed.
Pushing back the short cloth door that was customary in these types of establishment, Maikeru entered into the smoky, almost dive smelling bar. There was a cheer from the crowd as he was recognized, a few of the more ambitious (and drunk) members calling out different cheers of 'Captain', or 'Godslayer'. He tried to think back to his time in leaf, was his reception this high when he was a chief med nin? He didn't recall, but then again, it was hard to remember anything beyond the look of his office from those days. Although Mikasa and he tried his best to run that division, the simple fact of it was they were understaffed. Both of them had to do the work of multiple medical shinobi, and he had his suspicions that Mikasa had kept the king's share of the work for herself in an attempt to protect the young Chief Med Ninja. She had always been like that.
Taking his usual spot at the bar, the boy was quickly onset by an older than he, long fire-haired woman. She seemed to have a mischevious look to her eye as she approached, which caused a small amount of interest in Maikeru. He used to being approached by women, it had been this way since he was a young teenager, but something was different here. Maikeru raised an eyebrow as the girl seemed to be just standing there, an obvious ploy in her mind.
"So, captain," She said, "We've got a pool running, and no one can seem to get the answer. How did you lose that arm?"
Maikeru looked at her for a minute, before laughing. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention to the bartender who had slid his usual order in front of him. Three fingers of whiskey over rocks. Continuing to shake his head, he sipped at the amber liquid for a moment, before looking to her.
"Ah, that, well.." He started off, pursing his lips at the burning sensation assaulting his throat. "I really pissed off Rei and she cut it off. Don't piss off croweaters man, they're crazy."
The girl looked shocked, shocked enough to not question what Maikeru thought was an obvious lie before taking her unceremonious leave of the situation. Laughing again to himself, he took another long sip of his imbibement. Time to see what the night would bring, he supposed.
