Naohiro walked the streets of the Seki district with a wide grin on his face. He’d worn a colourful robe today, one he’d bought from the district a few days ago. It was like his iconic white robes but inlaid with a golden colour and small runic letters across the sides. He wasn’t entirely sure what the runic letters said, they just looked really cool. Reaching into his new robes pocket, the white-haired performer pulled out a torn-up piece of paper. He’d written to meet up on this street, 23rd Kyoto rd. The white-haired boy looked around with a hint of annoyance before lowering his hand.
“He got lost, didn’t he,” Naohiro said, his smile widening even more, “This is what I get for asking a blind man to help out.”
Folding the piece of paper and placing it back into his robe, Naohiro took a chance to look outward. He’d come here to get a job done, he wasn’t going to leave until he at least gave it a shot. The white-haired boy gave a casual sigh before grinning even wider.
Naohiro began to walk across the street, watching the lively streets flow with people. His eyes catching the sight of a few guards, some standing just within buildings and others still simply escorting people, likely nobles from one of the higher clans. There would be shinobi that Naohiro couldn’t spot, but they’re probably bored out of their mind. No one does anything in the Seki district. Looking outward at the large building infront of him, its peak built atop one of the underpasses that the people frequented. This wasn’t a one-man operation, he needed a bit of backup.
“This is the headaches I get for wanting to help people.” Naohiro said with a smile.
Spinning on his heel, the white-haired performer gazed outward at the crowds of people. He’s just going to have to get some outside help. The teachers always did say to meet new people.
“He got lost, didn’t he,” Naohiro said, his smile widening even more, “This is what I get for asking a blind man to help out.”
Folding the piece of paper and placing it back into his robe, Naohiro took a chance to look outward. He’d come here to get a job done, he wasn’t going to leave until he at least gave it a shot. The white-haired boy gave a casual sigh before grinning even wider.
The Seki District
Naohiro began to walk across the street, watching the lively streets flow with people. His eyes catching the sight of a few guards, some standing just within buildings and others still simply escorting people, likely nobles from one of the higher clans. There would be shinobi that Naohiro couldn’t spot, but they’re probably bored out of their mind. No one does anything in the Seki district. Looking outward at the large building infront of him, its peak built atop one of the underpasses that the people frequented. This wasn’t a one-man operation, he needed a bit of backup.
“This is the headaches I get for wanting to help people.” Naohiro said with a smile.
Spinning on his heel, the white-haired performer gazed outward at the crowds of people. He’s just going to have to get some outside help. The teachers always did say to meet new people.