Shinzo took to ninja life relatively quickly, given his lack of memories, it seemed his body remembered combat and efficient movement even if he did not consciously recall such. That said, Shinzo did not like relying on 'stock' weapons and repairs. Not that he didn't trust Sunan craftsman, he had difficulty trusting work done by one he did not know. To that end, the Oniguchi found himself in the Hall of Hammers. He'd sought the knowledge to forge and craft his own equipment so that he need not rely on unknown craftsmanship.
His crimson eyes flashed about as he observed his environs, watching men and and women sweating and pounding at their forges while plying their craft. While many would consider the forge work grueling an unforgiving, Shinzo already knew how difficult shinobi life itself could be, and so more spent his time analyzing the stroke of each hammer and how the work progressed as he stepped by the forges in turn. The memoryless ninja wasn't entirely sure who he was looking for, though if Sousuke did not seem busy when Shinzo caught sight of him, he might approach the steward. For now though, he simply observed the work intensely while doing his best not to interfere in said work.
While he couldn't place why, he found himself musing on the vast difference between his chosen career path and that of those who worked this hall for their sole living. Heat of the forge versus the heat of battle. Each hammer strike like a clash of blades, sparks flying on occasion. Each material it's own mission, each blow a kill.
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His crimson eyes flashed about as he observed his environs, watching men and and women sweating and pounding at their forges while plying their craft. While many would consider the forge work grueling an unforgiving, Shinzo already knew how difficult shinobi life itself could be, and so more spent his time analyzing the stroke of each hammer and how the work progressed as he stepped by the forges in turn. The memoryless ninja wasn't entirely sure who he was looking for, though if Sousuke did not seem busy when Shinzo caught sight of him, he might approach the steward. For now though, he simply observed the work intensely while doing his best not to interfere in said work.
While he couldn't place why, he found himself musing on the vast difference between his chosen career path and that of those who worked this hall for their sole living. Heat of the forge versus the heat of battle. Each hammer strike like a clash of blades, sparks flying on occasion. Each material it's own mission, each blow a kill.
(Edit: Marked For Training, 270 words.)