"Henge no Jutsu!"
While only being shrouded by the smoke for a mere second, any bystanders with no extensive knowledge of Ninjutsu would have probably been amazed by the whole process that had taken place in the alley Yoshihisa had been waiting in for the past few minutes: Where just moments before there had been a boy not even close to reaching the age where smoking and drinking was going to pass by unnoticed, now there was an older version crouching in the dirt. Or people might have been saying it might just be him a few years from now, because that had been exactly the illusion he had been trying to weave ever so carefully for the last couple of days. He had been studying the looks and behavior of the people of this particular age group and the result might just have been able to fool himself if he was of a less suspicious nature to begin with.
And while it was true that offensive jutsu were, chuckling at the pun alone, more up his alley when it came to natural talent and progress overall. He used to be fascinated by the workings of the more simple jutsus, the ones with the wide array of uses that might just allow the bright of mind to gain the upper hand in a situation without even landing a blow. Or, as in the current case, something which wasn't even meant to have an offensive side to begin with. The boy couldn't claim that his next adventure was going to be completely innocent, but there you go: Gambling wasn't either, and right now there was a lot of savings riding on the result of this experiment, knowing that the smallest mistake would be enough of a provocation for the oldest generation of academy students and newest Genin tracking his every move from the rooftops to call an end to it.
But that was something he couldn't be thinking about right now, nor did his outer appearance show it: His 'older self' remained as calm as he could possibly be, mostly due to the fact that most of his appearance was covered by the large hooded cloak he had added to his appearance after a few days of making notes. It wasn't uncommon to be dressed with the protection of your identity in the back of your mind, so even as he sat down on one of the bar stools at the infamous "Kikuchi-Sama's 24 Hour Bar" his conscious was clear. And it should be, because Kikuchi was known around the village as a rather nasty person, 'arrogant' claimed to be his middle name and being the last to literally beat some sense into the children that bothered him, which would account for nearly every child that crossed his path. But before Yoshihisa had even time to mentally prepare himself to make the order, his 'host' was already upon him with the signature grin dripping off his face.
"Ah, finally someone showed up. What will it be, stranger?"
This was the moment where it would have been -perfect- to act like a normal human being and place his simple order. But no, fate decided that it was the perfect moment to instead turn up the pressure which made it very hard to keep his appearance the way it was. The only thing going for him was that he was 'just a stranger' at this point and could be doing something without it seeming like he was being too suspicious in the end.
"A bottle of Happoshu is just what I could use right now before.. I have to travel over to the next town. A hurry as they would call it, no."
Any other moment he would have slapped himself before he made himself think long and hard about how stupid the thing he said had sounded, but to his relief 'Kikuchi-sama' wasn't someone with enough manners to keep the illusion alive that he cared very much. His drinks were over prized, so he wouldn't lose anything in the sales was the one thing Yoshihisa thought to himself as he walked away from the bar a few moments later, leaving behind a good share of what he was going to earn with this bet. Mere seconds after he had cleared the corner to escape from the man's line of sight, the disguise was dropped and with an increased pace in breath he held the bottle of alcohol up to his fellow students who were waiting there, all not very happy to see he had managed to succeed in the end. And despite the buzzing sensation in his mind, it was like a respectable weight had been lifted from his shoulders once he heard their grudgefully agreeing mutters to his statement.
"I believe.. hehh.. I am the one of the winning side of his bet.."
[MFT]
While only being shrouded by the smoke for a mere second, any bystanders with no extensive knowledge of Ninjutsu would have probably been amazed by the whole process that had taken place in the alley Yoshihisa had been waiting in for the past few minutes: Where just moments before there had been a boy not even close to reaching the age where smoking and drinking was going to pass by unnoticed, now there was an older version crouching in the dirt. Or people might have been saying it might just be him a few years from now, because that had been exactly the illusion he had been trying to weave ever so carefully for the last couple of days. He had been studying the looks and behavior of the people of this particular age group and the result might just have been able to fool himself if he was of a less suspicious nature to begin with.
And while it was true that offensive jutsu were, chuckling at the pun alone, more up his alley when it came to natural talent and progress overall. He used to be fascinated by the workings of the more simple jutsus, the ones with the wide array of uses that might just allow the bright of mind to gain the upper hand in a situation without even landing a blow. Or, as in the current case, something which wasn't even meant to have an offensive side to begin with. The boy couldn't claim that his next adventure was going to be completely innocent, but there you go: Gambling wasn't either, and right now there was a lot of savings riding on the result of this experiment, knowing that the smallest mistake would be enough of a provocation for the oldest generation of academy students and newest Genin tracking his every move from the rooftops to call an end to it.
But that was something he couldn't be thinking about right now, nor did his outer appearance show it: His 'older self' remained as calm as he could possibly be, mostly due to the fact that most of his appearance was covered by the large hooded cloak he had added to his appearance after a few days of making notes. It wasn't uncommon to be dressed with the protection of your identity in the back of your mind, so even as he sat down on one of the bar stools at the infamous "Kikuchi-Sama's 24 Hour Bar" his conscious was clear. And it should be, because Kikuchi was known around the village as a rather nasty person, 'arrogant' claimed to be his middle name and being the last to literally beat some sense into the children that bothered him, which would account for nearly every child that crossed his path. But before Yoshihisa had even time to mentally prepare himself to make the order, his 'host' was already upon him with the signature grin dripping off his face.
"Ah, finally someone showed up. What will it be, stranger?"
This was the moment where it would have been -perfect- to act like a normal human being and place his simple order. But no, fate decided that it was the perfect moment to instead turn up the pressure which made it very hard to keep his appearance the way it was. The only thing going for him was that he was 'just a stranger' at this point and could be doing something without it seeming like he was being too suspicious in the end.
"A bottle of Happoshu is just what I could use right now before.. I have to travel over to the next town. A hurry as they would call it, no."
Any other moment he would have slapped himself before he made himself think long and hard about how stupid the thing he said had sounded, but to his relief 'Kikuchi-sama' wasn't someone with enough manners to keep the illusion alive that he cared very much. His drinks were over prized, so he wouldn't lose anything in the sales was the one thing Yoshihisa thought to himself as he walked away from the bar a few moments later, leaving behind a good share of what he was going to earn with this bet. Mere seconds after he had cleared the corner to escape from the man's line of sight, the disguise was dropped and with an increased pace in breath he held the bottle of alcohol up to his fellow students who were waiting there, all not very happy to see he had managed to succeed in the end. And despite the buzzing sensation in his mind, it was like a respectable weight had been lifted from his shoulders once he heard their grudgefully agreeing mutters to his statement.
"I believe.. hehh.. I am the one of the winning side of his bet.."
[MFT]